How I Met My Husband

The bakery was crowded; a line snaked through the middle of the small room. A handsome, broad shouldered, overly starched man swaggered up to the girl as she entered through the front door. “You looking for somebody?” he asked, smilingly. “Depends on who’s asking” she shot back with feigned confidence. He had a small table reserved at the back of the bakery and motioned her to follow. She complied, checking out his backside as he led the way.

They sat and had a nice chat, learning a bit about one another. His crisp clothes, sharp haircut and upright posture worried her, he looked too neat. She didn’t like men who spent too much time in the mirror. In her experience, overly handsome men could be vain and narcissistic.   

She sat there politely, listening and watching as he talked with animation. Yes, she was listening, watching and wondering 1) is he going to offer me coffee and a pastry? 2) is he always this neat? 3) what’s the deal with those hands?

His hands were gnarled and scarred. It looked as if each finger had been broken more than once—in multiple places. Those hands sharply contrasted with his otherwise perfect appearance. There must be a good story about those hands. 

She wanted to know more about him.   

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Welcome to My Blog

One year ago I started my first blog. I used WordPress because, well, I don't know why. I just did. Days later, I started what I thought would be an experimental blog on Blogger. Experimental because I was just dipping my toe in, learning by doing. Opinions vary wildly so I reasoned that blogging on both platforms would force me to choose which fit me better.

After a year, I can say that I like Blogger better. You can read about all the reasons here, if you care... WordPress vs. Blogger, the Conclusion.

Since that time, I've freshened up my original, experimental Blogger blog and given it a niche: Langley Writes About Writing.. The feedback has been tremendous. So much so that I started another niche blog on Blogger: Hearts in Fur Coats.

And I abandoned my WordPress Blog, which makes me sad(ish) and leaves me in a quandary. Sad(ish) because I wrote a lot about my family ♥ and want those stories and memories to stay published (if just for us). In a quandary because I want to write about things that don't fit into a writing blog or a pets blog. 

Welcome to my solution. I'm moving my WP blog over here. I'm littering Blogger with yet another random, niche-less blog. A catch-all, mixed-bag, (insert your own cliche) blog that will cover all manner of drivel. 

So, to make this intro post mind-numbingly long (and further indulge myself), I'm including the text from my very first post:

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Hello World 

Hello world is an appropriate enough beginning, so I think I'll leave it at that. In fact, it bears repeating. Hello world! It's about time I got into this blogging business. I've got a lot to say and you *might* find some of it interesting. If not, let me know. All feedback is appreciated and I know I can learn from what you have to say.

So this is me jumping in. This is a blog about my rich and random life. I say rich because the opportunities and experiences in my life have exceed my wildest dreams. I say random because the opportunities and experiences are so varied that the only way to describe them is random.

A college professor once told me:

"Langley, you're pretty good at a lot of things but not great at any one thing. People who are only good at one thing have an easier time in this life. Their path is clear. You'll have tough choices to make."

That's pretty heavy to say to a college kid. At the time, I really didn't get what she meant. Was that an insult, a compliment or simply an observation? Now that, um, several years have passed, I know exactly what she meant. And it was an insightful observation. Because I am pretty good at a lot of things, I've done a lot of things, which results in a rich and random life.