Have you ever been so full of something? Anything?

After weeks of thought about how to begin blogging. I drew a blank.

You see, I haven't a grand journey set before me to write about. And no extraordinary past to put into words either. So that left me with the present.

With my fingers held just high enough above the keyboard, to keep from typing just anything that I might be thinking. There were my hands, shaking. I absolutely had no idea what I should name this blog, or even write about. Then I remembered that some time ago, I used to write things that would just come to me. Sometimes silly things, fun things and maybe a few thought provoking things. Maybe I should start there. At least it sounds like a good idea now. Guess we will see, as this progresses.

Now I am sitting here thinking out loud to myself, that this could be ugly. Sorta like when you put too many different spices in the chili, and when you finally sit down to eat, it is such an overload to the taste, that you just want to spit it out.

So I think it best to keep it simple, for now. Facts are usually simple, right?

Here are the facts just about me:

1. No formal education here, just the average high school diploma. Yeah.

2. English was not my best subject in school, doodling at the edges of the paper was much more fun. I forgot to mention, grammar was a mystery to me, and still is.

3. I love run on sentences, it's like the recess of writing.

4. My spelling is awful at times, but I can usually get my thoughts across anyway.

5. Writing things that rhyme, make me feel balanced

*You have been warned in advance.

So full of this, So full of that comes from a silly thing I wrote about a long time ago. And it started with a childhood memory, something like this:

While attending many church meeting with my Grandmother. I recall seeing older women wearing the most strange and unusual hats. It was a mystery to me, being a child, as to why there were all these things , on their hats. Almost as if it was some kind of collection of valuables they were keeping, right there for all to see, on top of their heads. Much like a crown, of sorts.  But, of course, I never asked why, but always thought about those unusual hats.

Mattie's Hat

The bric-a-brac of Mattie's hat,

so full of this, so full of that.

Flowers, tinsel, and ribborn worn.

Bows and bobbles, and lace thats torn.

Worn with pride, and placed with care,

a Royals crown, was no more fair.

Than the bric-a-brac of Mattie's hat.

So full of this, so full of that.