Zoe, or Caren for short

while out walking today, the girls wanted to play 'friend'. "momma," kendyl said. "let's pretend that catherine is your daughter and i am catherine's friend, emily. and you are taking us to the jewlery store."
this is where catherine informs me that her name is going to be caren.
sure. why not.
so as we walk the girls talk up these ellaborate stories. at one point catherine said "ugh, little brothers are such a pain." me, trying to stay in character, say "caren, how old is your little brother?"
"33."
kendyl laughs. "catherine, your only six. how can your little brother be 33?"
"i am not six." she states. "i'm...80." of course she is.
later while the "friend" game turned into friend/horseland/my moms from mars (that last part was the direction i was trying to take it in, but the girls said no), names were changing all over place. my name was muriel (thank you catherine).
kendyl was emily, or sarah. at one point kendyl was yelling to catherine, stumbling through all of the names she had chosen for herself, catherine looks at her and smiles. "kendyl, my name is really zoe, but my nickname is caren." i can see where she would get that.
that brings me back to a girl i used to know. taylor swift taylor swift thomas.

Brave

brave. not a word i would use to describe myself. i am afraid of most everything. the list includes, but is not limited to: creating my own blog, the dark, skinny jeans, snakes, photos of me side to, liquid eyeliner, well, i could go on, but you get the point. i have wanted to start a blog for sometime, to document this wild life of mine, but never felt brave enough to attempt it. suddenly, i feel brave. that's the crazy thing about me. i will be completely afraid of something, refuse to even think about it...and then one day, just like that, i'll do it. take having a baby for example. scared. me. to. death. i not only decided to have a baby, i had two - at once. i know, crazy. this blog is for me, and my peeps, to remember times. funny times mostly. catherine and kendyl times. silly times that my brother tells me i need to be writing down. and, any times in between.

now, for a few disclaimers. there will be some funny stories. there will be speeling errors (that one was for fun). there will be grammatical errors. names will not be changed to protect the innocent...or will they? there will be no rhyme, reason, or order to the stories i tell about. like my sock drawer, they will most likely be a jumbled up mess.

you may never see a photo of me, side to, wearing liquid eye liner and a pair of skinny jeans, holding a snake in the dark (which would just be weird), but blogging, i got this.