The Birth of the Queso.

Hi, My Name is Laura...And I like cheese. You should also known that I'm from Texas. And our people call it queso.

Behold the power of queso.

I discovered blogs in 2002 when I was up to my eyeballs in press releases and parties in the bubbly PR world (and oh my was the bubbly flowing). I could tell you stories, and I probably will. Eventually. But now I'm a VP at an advertising agency located only 10 blocks from my house. I love my job. I do. It rocks. And the best thing about it is that it's only 10 blocks from my house.

I share my house and my life with my favorite person ever (my husband...the HcQ) and the best thing we've ever been a part of (our son...the Hurricane).

There's other stuff too, but that's a good start. If you need more, you can also read more about me here and here.

But to sum up...

I dig: Jello, British music, sushi, design magazines, enchiladas, and Elvis.

And I'm not too excited about: snakes, pastels, whining, and commitment.

...And I'm Committing....I'm turning the corner, however in years past, I've not been all that keen on commitment. Mainly because keeping commitments meant that I had to uphold bad decisions I'd made. And, I wasn't known for fantastic decisions in my adolescence or 20s.

However, as the record shows, I've made some pretty great ones over the past few years. And in doing that, I’ve made two of the biggest commitments of my life... marrying the HcQ and having the Hurricane.

So now, I'm a WOTH mom, which is kind-of like a goth mom, but with less eyeliner and more suits.

We call our son the Hurricane because he was born smack dab in the middle of Hurricane Rita. While everyone evacuated. Including my doctor. And all the other doctors in the region. But it all worked out in the end because our Hurricane is the most hilarious, beautiful, kind little person I've ever been around; and I love rediscovering the world with him. He's a miracle. And he's a Hurricane.

And so speaking of the Hurricane (and back to the blogging), after he arrived, I started googling everything under the sun…questions like 'what does a one-month-old child like to do in his spare time?'; 'when the heck will he ever sleep through the night?'; 'what can I expect from a daycare?'; 'how do I find a good nanny?'; 'why does teething turn babies into the devil?' and so on. I would actually write questions like this into the search bar. And you know what links popped up? Blogs. Blogs of real women meandering through their new lives with their new children. I got into it. And I wanted to join in on the discussion. Plus, taking a cue from Virginia Woolf , I wanted a room of my own. So I got a room con queso, and I committed.

Now, I should probably be committed.

It’s all connected like that.

...So Welcome to the Queso.

It's where dreams come to drink.