An Introduction of Sorts

There are people in the world who are disgustingly happy, my dear Watson. You know them. You've met them. Perhaps you've even thought to yourself, "whoa… that person needs to calm it down before someone loses their leg…" They're the kind of people who seem as though all they do for a living is slide down rainbows and tend after lush meadows full of butterflies and woodland creatures. They're the people who are one dangerous moment away from unleashing their inner broadway musical number in the canned foods aisle as they walk in time to the supermarket-y music playing overhead. They're also the people known for staring and smirking at orange juice cartons in the morning, because miraculously, that carton of liquid vitamin C is the portal between reality and daydream land, and is therefore the greatest piece of cardboard to ever exist in the free world.

Ahem.

Hi. My name is Libby, and I am a professional rainbow slider. I'm a few notes and a shuffle-ball-change away from my supermarket-Broadway debut, and orange juice may very well be the nectar of life. 

I'm disgustingly, delightfully, deliciously happy, and I've gotta tell you why; otherwise, I'm gonna resort to hijacking the comfy story time chair at the library and well, I'd like to stay in good standing with them for as long as I can. I'm a book lover, y'see, and this story's one for the books. Literally. The best part about it is that it's nowhere close to being finished, in fact, more is being added to it right now as I type.

Like many stories containing females who sing nonsensical melodies to scampering squirrels as they skip out to their unicor--er... Volkswagen Beetle on their way to work, mine revolves around, begins with, and will finish entirely in love. It's a love that changed my ordinary, tolerable disposition into one that perpetually radiates golden sunshine. Ironically enough, it all started with a man from a very golden, sunshiny state in the US: California.

"But Libby! You live in Ohio! How did this ever come to be?" you say as you dramatically press the back of your hand to your forehead whilst looking into the sunset.

"Fear not, my reader! For it is my intention to enlighten thee and make it known byway of the blogosphere!" is my reply. (Cue epic John Williams music. Cue jazz hands.)

In reality, there truly is much to be said about this man and my adventures with him, and 2012 is looking to be monumental for the two of us. This here blog of mine is going to help me chronicle what's to come and what's been said and done already. There's A LOT to be said, and oh boy, it'll be said. Blame the writer in me, she can't help it. Blame those stinking rainbow slides as well. They're pretty!


Stay tuned, friend. There's so much to come.