Birth of a Blog

I (Sam) originally wanted to journal 100 dates in 2024! Ken’s response, “100!”, and Charlie, our oldest son, popped his head outside our bedroom door, looking like some freakish floating Halloween head, and said, “Mom, that’s like 8 dates a month,” with a mouth full of toothpaste.

Yes, ok – Mr. Mathematician! (I’m not talking to you.) But, Ken was game. Until the reasonable side of him, which is ALL of him, kicked into hyper-gear and informed me that would be 1/3 of the entire year. I sensed some trepidation.

A girl was feeling a particular way over all this math!

Ken then ninja-mind-tricked me (more on this later). He presented a creative option. Why not 24 dates in 2024, and we can do 25 in 2025 and so on.

I have to admit. I liked it, a lot! We will be dead by the time we hit 100 with this dating methodology.

So now you know who is logical and who is a touch eccentric.

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Who are we?

Sam’s an otter, wanna-be tiger.

Ken’s a lion, wanna-be silver back gorilla.

Sam’s an introvert cloaked as an extrovert.

Ken’s mayor of everywhere.

Sam is comfy-blankets, beaches and journals.

Ken is mountains, lakes and woods.

We are normal-ish folks. We won’t be flying off to Dubai to visit any prince – unless invited and paid for!

We are looking for a fusion of fun, quirkiness and affordability. Again, we are normal(ish), but definately not boring!

More to come!