PREMIERE

Well, this is the official first day of blogging on this site. Let me begin with the purpose of this blog, which is to help others by bringing up topics that they may or may not want to face but need to. Some topics can be as benign as wanting to cook healthier to the disturbing as dealing with pornography, demon-possessed children or schizophrenic spouses.

A little bit about me: I am what you might call multi-talented. You name it, I am most likely skilled in it such as cooking, sewing, crocheting, cross-stitching, dancing, singing, choreography, and making balloon animals. Yes, I am Sybil. For those of you who do not know Sybil, she was a multi-personality schizophrenic in which a mini television series was made about several years ago. I am not schizophrenic; but my hubby thinks I am. Now, hubby has been diagnosed with schizophrenia along with a few other mental disorders. Naturally, he thinks the whole world is schizophrenic. Perhaps it is. Along with my many talents, I have held numerous jobs and have been fired from almost as many as I have held. So many in fact, that when anyone in my family is jobless I am always used as a banner of hope: “Don’t worry. If Carla can get a job anyone can.”

Getting back on topic, I endeavor to help others by chattering about seemingly random subjects. I have this talent, gift if you will, to unknowingly talk about the very things that someone needs help in. For example, I had once read a magazine article on foot fetishes that I found interesting so I proceeded to barrage my sister with a myriad of details concerning this strange and freakish fixation as I am prone to do…because that’s what I do: chatter endlessly about anything that strikes my fancy. Well, lo and behold, she goes to Italy with another sibling of ours and while dining out an Italian man asks if he can kiss their feet. The sister who had not been subjected to my verbal onslaught of foot fetishes and the people who entertain them, continuously said, “What?” to the obsessed gentleman, not believing her ears. The other enlightened sister, armed with my education on the subject proceeded to dismiss the man. Then said sister explained, “Carla told me about people who like feet.” Not that they were in any danger. Feet fetish is a pretty benign fixation, just weird. I was, once, courted by a man who had a foot fetish. I was at a party, sitting on the hood of a car when he walked up to me, smiled, and while, charmingly, talking to me, took my shoe off and held my foot. It was a little strange and I did not know how to tell him to let go of my foot without offending him. I was nineteen and uncertain how to handle strangers who undress my feet and caress them at parties. He was charming so we talked for an hour as he held my foot. The next day I got a dozen of the most beautiful red roses I have ever received wrapped in a huge white box and lush red bow. Everyone thought I had slept with him. No, he just held my foot…for an hour.

Just to let you know, I will also be bringing up religious subject matter since I am a devout Christian. But this blogging site is not geared towards Christians. It’s geared towards everyone no matter the religious affiliation or lack of, sexual orientation, gender or whatever. I just want to talk…or blog; and I am interesting. I am open to suggestions. If you need a good recipe for bulgur, just ask.