*insert something profound about beginnings here*

Since I'm somewhat of a smart alecky, constant commentator on whatever is going on around me, I shouldn't be surprised that lots of my friends have prompted me to start blogging. I'm still trying to decide whether they truly feel my brilliant musings should be shared with the world via the internet or if they think once I see them all neatly typed out in this window I'll realize what a goober I am and shut up for a change. Well dear reader, if they're hoping for the latter, all I have to say is, "fat chance."

I will say that starting out is the most difficult part. What to call the silly thing? What sort of topic to delve into at the beginning? This has kept me paralyzed for the better part of six months. I guess I'm sort of a procrastinator, or possibly an incubator. I stumbled across the whole "incubator" concept in an Oprah.com article this week, and frankly, I like it. It pretty much lets you off the hook for procrastinating as long as the work eventually gets done and it's fairly decent. Never mind that you drive everyone around you crazy as you waste time research by surfing the internet or reading endless novels. Yep, that's me! Good old incubator Tanya.

Well, I guess that wraps up post numero uno. For good measure, I'll sprinkle in a handful of the recent snow photos I took. Yes, I finally busted out the SLR camera Michael bought me--after a 12 month incubation period...