This kind of thing happens to other people

I have always enjoyed writing, writing love letters as a youngin', poetry in Mrs. Fords Sophomore English class and plenty of emails to friends and family.  But let's be honest.  It's one thing to write something for people who already like you...a lot.  But this whole blogosphere is all new to me and it has me sweating.  In fact, I am going to lay off the hot beverages this morning until my blog debut is complete.

I chose the title of this first entry because I have been saying it a lot to myself and to others.  "This kind of thing happens to other people, not us."  I need to clarify just a bit.  My Husband, we are going to call him TMR...(mainly because he is a private individual who isn't going to be all that comfortable with this blog to begin with) needs his anonymity respected, even though the only people who will be reading this will be family so they can keep track of our adventures in London and to see pictures of our adorable B and C.  I would also like to think our closest friends will be following us but then I think of the show "How I Met Your Mother" and how no one watched Robin anchor the newscast....ever.   So, like most things with us, TMR will see how much I enjoy chronicling our journey and just go back to managing projects and loving his family.  From time to time nodding his head in utter dismay at what I have said or done.

  So I would envision a life of travel and adventure and work well done for my Husband and our Children, I'm just really pleased I get to go along for the ride.  I'm not putting myself down or selling myself short by this viewpoint (I don't think) I just have lived a pretty calm, happy and content life thus far.  Growing up in a small (fabulous) town on a farm has me thinking A:  How big is the city we will be living in?  B:  How close is the nearest cow manure?  C:  Will my children adapt to looking the "other" way for traffic before crossing the street?  D:  Do they still jail people in the London tower?  You see where I'm going with this, yes??  I would venture a guess that I like to dream BIG for other people.  I prefer my dreams to happen in my nice cozy mountain home, next to my husband in our quaint mountain town, living next to family and friends I hold dear.  From time to time (about 2-3 times a year) I get the inkling to bust out and travel the world for a week at a time.  So having the opportunity to follow TMR to London as he opens an international office for his job has me all sorts of excited and at the same time googling the closest herd of sheep/cows... a herd of anything really other than people to Central London.

We leave soon and are gearing up for another "Reynolds Party of Four" moment.  Another chapter to add to our book.  I will apologize up front (mostly to the Karens in my life) for my run-on sentences and laziness with grammar and spell check.  I do hope you enjoy this read.  I think B and C will as they grow older and get to read thru all the fun and not-so-fun times associated with living in the ReynoldsFamilyPartyo'Four.  Cheerio~