day one

this is it... my blog. despite my inclination for writing, i didn't think i'd start a blog, in equal parts due to my feeling that i have nothing worth blogging about and my petty fear that no one would read it, thus deeming me "unpopular". but when i realized that i probably wouldn't want my thoughts read by many people anyway, and i already am quite uncool, i wavered. and then when i stumbled upon a blank notebook that i had intended to use as a journal years back but instead neglected completely in the bottom of a dresser drawer, i realized it was time. so this blog, i decided, would serve more as my personal journal than anything else. as such, i will not capitalize anything, as is my preference for informal writing. i hope that i can keep up with it, because there is something i find so fascinating about the process. upon later review, reading your own writing is similar to reading something foreign, written by another person entirely, as your own perspective, and even your own self, may have changed so dramatically since the time it was penned. beyond being an interesting journey of self-reflection, i hope that it will guide me in the direction of self improvement as well; for example, i plan to start each post with a positive thought or experience, in hopes to curb my natural pessimism/realism. on that note...

+ i have my wedding dress. in my closet. it's perfectly gorgeous and perfectly me, and best of all, i will be wearing it when i marry my best friend. and it doesn't hurt that, although i lost sleep worrying it would be too small, it is actually too big. also, today was an amazingly fun day, including a trip to chuck e cheese (have you actually tried their pizza? pretty darn good) during which i scored 36 points on one of those 35 second basketball shooting games, and a trip to coldstone creamery to try their new ice cream cupcakes (go there immediately and buy them, trust me)

one final issue to discuss... the title of the blog. no, i am not going to hyphenate my last name. not because i have no desire to, but because i don't want to deal with any anti-feminist backlash, it is longer and therefore less convenient, and i want to have the same last name as my kids, who i won't impose that kind of nightmare on. but, i am somewhat distraught about losing my last name. being the only gautheys in the country is kind of awesome... wilson, on the other hand, is the 8th most common last name in the united states. on facebook there is a group called "my name is megan wilson" and it has 30+ members. blah. also, it is near the end of the alphabet, and we all know that reverse alphabetical order is a rare occurrence. although it used to bother me that no one can say or pronounce my last name, i have come to appreciate it dearly. i especially love that my little kiddos call me "miss gauphey" (go-fay) because they can't say the /th/ sound, and i may miss that most of all. so, in the blog-o-sphere at least, i will keep my last name and treasure it.

enough for today, i am off to finish cleaning house, notch a few miles on the treadmill/exercise bike, watch "revolutionary road" (with donny if i can persuade him), and prepare french toast casserole for brunch tomorrow.