Hello friends

Welcome to my blog. Everyone's doing it, ok? And I just love the different reasons people have for having one. Some of my friends miss writing and so it's great for them to flex those muscles. I have one friend who said she has one just so people will post comments. I'm not quite sure why I want one, but I think it might just boil down to plain old peer pressure. My husband has one now, all my friends have theirs going strong, and for all I know, my 5-year old daughter has one somewhere, simply called "Mila." And her only entry says "momistackganapdad" because that's what she instant messaged Ben last week when he was trying to get me, so I know she can write that much.

The title of my blog comes from a family expression used to describe any sort of markings left on your skin when you, say, sit on the grass too long, or lie on the carpet, or make too tight of a fist and leave fingernail prints in your palm, you know. Well, when I was in high school, I fell asleep one night doing my trig homework and woke up feeling a strange sort of soreness on my backside. It turns out that I had fallen asleep on top of my calculator. After enduring the expected "princess and the pea" jibes from my family, I went to inspect myself and found that I, in fact, had a calculator imprint on my skin. Let me tell you, I have never lived that one down. It is my stepdad's favorite story and he didn't even join our family until four years after it occurred. So, since then, those little imprints are forever known in our family as "hailey tracks." I think it was pretty much my mom's way of keeping a part of me close after I moved away to college. Feel free to dub your own imprints hailey tracks. It's not like those guys have another name.

Oh also, I don't know if it's "cool" to have your own name in your blog title, but I like my name. I also feel bad that I offended my name once. I was little and I complained to my mom that I hated my name, and why hadn't she named me something beautiful, like Elizabeth. She told me that I'd thank her for it one day, and I do now. However, I don't know who to thank for making it the number one name in America from like 2000-2005. I can't walk in the store without being screamed at 100 times from different women who want me to "get back to their cart now!" It's quite disconcerting.

Well, thanks for reading my blog, family and friends, and especially you lovely ones who hang out on "that inter-net" all the time (you have to say "that internet" like an old 80-year old lady in my ward who told us about her web discoveries one day in Relief Society)