Here I am, minding my own business and fighting with Virginia over the blue playdoh when Jenn calls me and says, "Umm, if you're not doing anything important, could you maybe scout some writing talent? Because I have eight proposals, three cesarean sections and a HIPPA law to rewrite before midnight and I'm a little overwhelmed."

Sure! I say. Give me a password! I shout.

AND HERE I AM.

I have a password and a username and I'm not afraid to use it.

I have ideas and whims and flights of fancy and they are flying, FLYING COME FLY WITH ME.

Ladies? Gents? Shall we take this blogging world by the balls and let it know we're here? Oh, yes. I think we shall.

Bring me your tired and wordy and misspellers and grammatical errors and I will engulf you all and hold you to my bosom for editing. Bring it. And bring it to crystal@mommybloggers.com.

I'm waiting.

And I promise to brew some decaf. Ahem.