I hope there is not a hair in the casserole.

Lately I’ve made a few meals for other people for one reason or another. I take great care in my kitchen hygiene but I am always concerned about a hair getting into food that I am giving to someone else. I mean, it could happen despite my very best efforts. I gotta hope that only food is in the container and give my casserole to someone else. You hope that it is received in the spirit in which is was given even if its not perfect.

I have been worried about starting a blog again. I blogged a number of years ago when the interwebs were a kinder, gentler place. This blog is not a blog about infertility. It is meant to promote happiness and gratitude. I may have a particular problem in my life that effects the rest of my life in a big way but I think everyone does. Your respite may not come in the form of a dog. The point is everyone has problems and everyone has something to be grateful for despite those problems.

I love to laugh. I love to make other people laugh. When God was handing out qualities I picked humor over beauty. Since finding out a baby wasn’t going to come easy for my husband and I, I feel like I lost some sparkle. I deal with life through humor and life stopped being as funny as it was before. I’m sad that I let that happen. I’m going to find some funny again because let’s be honest: God definitely has a sense of humor.

I’m looking for more happy in life and I’m going to try and share it here. I don’t mean to pass on any out of place hairs but I can’t promise that won’t happen. So here. Eat some casserole.