And so it begins...

So after realising that it has been a long while since I put pen to paper, or rather fingers to keyboard (apart from my abrupt ramblings on Facebook, which let's face it, provide just snippets into the World that is Bec), I have become inspired and have decided to try this blogging thing.  
This will hopefully provide a means by which family and friends who live afar can keep up to date with what is going on here with us.  I have no idea what format this blog will take, but thus far have resolved to ramble as much as possible about as much irrelevant stuff as possible, and work on my grammar which has apparently taken a turn for the worse (I have already proofread this five times).  I will also endeavour to make this as honest as possible.
I used to write poetry...don't worry I won't subject you to that.  I also used to write short stories, and once spent two years writing a book in my teens, which I still have somewhere.  I won't subject you to that either.  I always loved to write and always thought I would make a career out of it (lets face it - current climate being what it is, its still possible - maybe I need a change), but being honest here I suppose the problem has always been that I am a) a procrastinator, and b) a perfectionist.  Which means that when I eventually get around to doing something, I am never happy with the results (resulting in more procrastination before I try again).
So I stopped writing.  Well that, and the fact that three children under 5 doesn't leave one much time to sit down in a quiet place and spurt creativity.  So blogging...here I am.
So lets see...where to start.  
My husband and I have been together 10 years, and have known each other for 11.  Spent about 8 months checking each other out before anything happened.  Thank God for alcohol, because if not for that, its unlikely the two of us (being shy little poppets that we are) would have said anything, and would have just continued to slyly email each other at work with hidden innuendo.  It was a huge shock to everyone we worked with when we got together.  Not so much for us...nudge nudge wink wink.
We welcomed our first daughter in September 2007, and were married in February 2008.  We didn't have a big wedding, nothing even close.  We got married in the registry office with 8 people present, and went out for lunch afterwards - and home to an early night because our daughter had been up the entire night prior.  No big wedding dress for me, or walking down the aisle while everybody oohed and ahhed.  No reception with big toasts and piles of presents, and the first dance.  No honeymoon.  Don't get me wrong, I don't mention it because I am sad it didn't happen that way.  I mention it because I'm bloody GLAD it didn't.  Our wedding was absolutely perfect, intimate and just for us, and we didn't break the budget for it.
Though a honeymoon would have been nice.
Our second daughter arrived in September 2009 and we welcomed our son in April 2011. We have a very happy and hectic household, the Husband is one of the good ones and doesn't give me much cause to moan that often.  I am just starting to get back into cooking.  I used to love it, and used to be very good at it.  Unfortunately this was before the Husband and I moved in together, so the Husband has cast dispersions already on whether I can actually cook - (I should mention here that I have been cooking for the Husband throughout our relationship, but its been more of a meat and veg type situation).  Yes I can...if I can move past the abovementioned procrastination.  So I've dug out all the old recipes that I had hidden away.  
Actually writing this, I have realised how creative I used to be, and how much I used to enjoy it...and how much of that I have let slip away.  Not sure how it happened, or why it happened....certainly cannot blame the children for it, because it started to happen well before they joined our family.
Thats food for thought (pardon the pun).  Perhaps its time to really start writing again.....