I am having a lot of fun with this blog. I’ve been wanting to write some of these stories for years, especially the ones about my family. I hadn’t planned on starting a blog. It was not one of my new year’s resolutions. It was not on my list of things to do, but earlier this month, somewhat on a whim, I entered my first post.

I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with writing. Kind of like going to the gym. I feel good and accomplished afterward, but I don’t much care for the actual activity while I’m doing it. Not so with this blog. I am really enjoying the act of writing and wish I could spend even more time with it everyday. But alas, I have a job. A demanding one. That keeps me really busy. And even though today is technically a holiday (happy birthday, Dr. King) I need to get back to work since the Women’s Foundation of California, where I am happily employed, is holding a big statewide conference for community leaders and donors later this week. It’s called Connecting California 2010 and I’m excited about it, if not a bit focused on the multiple details that come with hosting 200 people–but I’ve had good training in all things related to entertaining and I love a good party. Thanks to my mother (and my sisters). So the blogging will have to happen at odd hours of the morning and night, and on weekends.

So off to work I go. Which reminds me of Jenny’s brother, Dane. My brother-not-in-law. He’s the oldest sibling of three. A really smart guy, with long hair, beard and mustache. Yes, that’s right, he’s a hippie. Dane has many talents, but he does not like working for “the man.” So I said to him, “Don’t. I work for the woman. You can too.”