An unfortunate NICKname...

My best friend growing up was NICK.  Our parents were besties, we lived down the street from each other, and we were born two days apart.  He couldn't pronounce my name when we were little, so he called me "Dewey."  That evolved into "Doo Doo" (who knew anything could EVOLVE into Doo Doo???)  So, ironically and appropriately, my NICKname became DOO DOO. 

I can tell who of my friends has known me (or my history) longest by what they call me.  Obviously "Doo Doo" belongs to those who have known me since the beginning.  "Jules" goes to the next group.  Then, there's "Doaner" (another GREAT one...) and then just plain "Julie."  I'm sure there are other names people have called me that I doan't want to think about, so I won't. :) 

I've been wanting to start a blog for awhile.  I figure since I'm an elementary school teacher and single-mommin' it, I have LOADS of spare time to blog, so why not?  Actually, because of said factors, I have LOADS of thoughts I can't always share out loud to the typical 5-8 year old audience I am surrounded by each day, so a blog could be a fun way to out my thoughts.  DISCLAIMER:  MY MIND IS WEIRD.  MY THOUGHTS FOLLOW SUIT.   IN MY DEFENSE, DO YOU REMEMBER THE PART ABOUT BEING CALLED "DOO DOO" DURING MY FORMATIVE YEARS?  CAN YOU ASK QUESTIONS IN A DISCLAIMER?

Life is weird.  It's challenging, enjoyable, turbulent, traumatic, incredible, wonderful, heart-wrenching, interesting, miraculous, hilarious, sobering, mysterious, and full of crazy things happening all around us.  They say s&*# happens, so I say Doo Doo happens.  In a blog.  Starting now. :)