Intro - always my favorite part. Can this be a whole blog of introducing a blog?

Here I am. Live on the web. I'm not publicizing this, so I'm not sure that it will be read. I take comfort in that although eventually I'm hoping it will all be edited and read. This semi-accountability of public-posting-as-I-go is to hold me semi-accountable for writing it down. "It" being life, thoughts, comedy, and the moments that I hope will someday fill a book.

So far, I've been pretty good at coming up with titles. Just titles. The one for this blog is a favorite: "Have Farm, Will Travel." I'm also a huge fan of "Single Girl, Friend of Groom." That one isn't accurate any longer, however, which is good because it can be a chapter title. I mean, I might have time to write enough to fill a pile of chapter titles, but not a whole desk full of possible books. Another chapter possibility that I've carried with me hails straight from Vanity Fair and the clever and devious Becky Sharp who knows exactly "How to Live on Nothing a Year." And how to live well indeed! I've got that one fairly covered. But the most recent idea, that was taken in blogger world, but that seem to tie it all together for the creation at least is this: "30 by 30." I'll explain.

Two weeks ago, February 11th, marked 15 months until my 30th birthday, May 11th, 2010. I do not have a 30 complex, but my historic aversion to arithmetic and slight obsession with planning does lead me to like even numbers and easy math leading up to a concrete goal. Add that to my current puffiness, my recent lack of writing as a practice, and VOILA! 30 by 30 is born. 2 pounds a month in 15 months gets me down 30 pounds by my 30th. 2 chapters a month for 15 months, gets 30 chapters (which will likely then be edited down to 15 again) by the same time. I find this concept delectable. Delicious. How do you say deliiiiight?

So today it begins. FAT TUESDAY. Fat for a lot of reasons. The scale at the lady doctor this morning clocked in at a startling _ _ _! (some privacy even in the blogging world). So maybe it needs to be 35 by 30. Anyway, shouldn't be surprised as just before heading out, I failed to squeeze two sausage thighs into two of my very lovely work suits that I unfortunately had tailored when I went through a major break up and lost a quick twenty. Note to self and the world at large, never get things tailored at an unnaturally thin point in life - no matter how thrilled you are to have whittled yourself to such a size. Wait until it stabilizes.

Fat also because it is the birthday of the ex for whom the massive amount of weight was lost who now happens to be happily living with his exceedingly tall BOYFRIEND and both of them ascribe to the NYC swanky gay man's gym and gin regimen making an ex-GIRLFRIEND gone puffy feel like she might have been a beard after all. Even though I wasn't. Not even a little bit. Hmph.

But otherwise things are grand. I love jumping off points and beginnings, even self-created ones. And this introductory post is just that.

If anybody reads this, I'll introduce the farm and some characters at it in my next post. For now, I'm only just about to start my legal work at approximately 12:53 p.m. Oops. Maybe that is why I haven't blogged before....

Happy Fat Tuesday! Eat, drink, and be merry. Listen to Michael Franti and sing at the top of your lungs. "This track combats genocide! La la la!"
Farm Girl