Here We Are Again

We are here again at the beginning.  Here is what happened... *sound track starts playing like ~whoosh~whoosh~, then you see a hippie doing the strange hand wavy thingy, finally you are back in time, in my living room to be precise*
"How's your blog going?"  My mother says innocently, like she thinks that I don't know, but I do, oh, I do...
"Oh, fine."  I say, just as innocently.  "Have you gotten around to reading it yet?"  I ask, subtly drawing it out.
"Yeah, I read it."  She said and begins to type on the computer some more.
"Did you like it?"  I pestered and she makes noncommittal sounds.
"Sure, it was OK."
"Just OK?"
"It was fine."  Casually she takes a sip of water and I pounce.  (Metaphorically, of course, I've never actually pounced on my mother.)
"Fine enough to recommend to your friends on Facebook?"  I grinned and she looked at me and sighed.
"What do you want me to say?  It was good?  Alright.  It was.  It was very good and I'm very proud."
I cackle madly, because I know that she didn't just think it was good, she loved.  Call it daughter's intuition.
"It was very good and I expect you to keep writing it."  She continued and the smile faded off my face.
"Umm..."
"What is it?"  She asked, a gleam in her eyes, like a wolf before a lamb with a limp.
"I... Ah... Sorta, forgot the email address that I used and I don't really know how to log on again..."
She didn't look surprised.  Insulting, right?
"Just... just make a new one okay?"  She said and I smiled sweetly.
"Can I use your email address?  Oh, no mind.  I'm just going to anyway, kay?"  She opened her mouth in protest but I was already walking away. I stubbed my toe on the way out, totally ruining the dramatic entrance.
*suddenly you're rushing back, throw space and air.  The hippie is back (time travel stuff--- hippies are a necessity) and he's singing country songs (country songs and time travel, not so much a necessity, but I'm watching American Idol and there's a cowboy on....(my mom's tearing up, hehe)) Then you're finally back*
Okay, I think that was an exceptional start to my new blog, starting with a little short story.  Maybe it wasn't the best I've ever done, considering that I only came up with this in a few minutes and it definitely wasn't a true story, more like a theoretical possibility of one.  Sadly enough the only true part is the melodramatic ending and me stubbing my toe on my way out.
More's the pity.  Every time I try a melodramatic ending it ALWAYS ends the same.  Me and my toes getting hurt.
Grr...
So, um, welcome to the blog and stuff.