JubyRed

Careful, what you wish for.

Oh, hello there. My name is Shannon and I am the official blogger of this blog.

I live in Georgia with my angry-citizen, love-of-my-life, multimedia designer husband and the two best children in all the land.

I used to be a SAHM and a part-time writer when I had time (and even when I didn't.) But due to a little issue called sanity, I have recently gone back to work and am now being pulled in ten different directions and wondering if I'm doing the right thing.

My first memory is of moving. I was four. It has become an on-going theme in my life.

By the time I was seventeen, I had amassed thirteen schools and twenty-one different residences spanning four states and two continents. It never seemed weird to me. I loved moving. Loved traveling. Loved that my family was adventurous and brave and that we had the opportunity to do so.

But now, I think I'm part gypsy. Not so much the free-flowing skirts and the jangly bracelets part of gypsy, but the insatiable search for a place to call "home."

Someone once told me I should heed the advice given to Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. She spends the entire length of the film trying to get back home and comes to realize that "home" is a state of mind. She also learns that flying monkeys are really very creepy.

So after years of being walked into the front office of new schools with my immunization paperwork and old report cards tucked into my brand-new Trapper Keeper, I attended no less than three colleges and then convinced my husband to move me to the other side of the country three weeks after our wedding. See a theme here?

Four years later, while in Seattle, I began this weblog after the birth of my son in 2001 in an effort to keep the grandparents up-to-date on the golden child. I posted tons of pictures and little stories about the adorable baby BoyChild ad nauseum.

After 5 years out west, we decided we'd better pick a spot to plant our proverbial tree but land was at a premium in Seattle. Enter Georgia.

In 2004, my daughter, GirlChild, was born and so began my slow decent into the depths of insanity. Ok, that's really only slightly dramatic. Only. Slightly. 2007 brought us a new town, pre-K, and a new job for Mommy.

Now the clan is up to four (2 big 'uns and 2 little 'uns) and I'm COO of the whole mess. Luckily, the employees of this venture are radiant and brilliant and full of light and love (ok, a bit demanding and "me me me" at times) but they dole out hugs and kisses like candy on Halloween. I'm training them to lead the rebel forces one day. Good Jedis they are. Strong with them, the force is. (Or at least that's what Yoda tells me.)