Here goes.

To begin. Anyone who knows me, knows my name. Introductions are then covered and out of the way. Recently, being just this past Saturday, I attented a bridal shower for a good friend. I was advised that I should begin blogging. So I begin again. I had a blog as a Freshman in college, but stopped because MySpace and Facebook took over my attention. So here follows the grand adventures of SuperP. A name I was given in honor of my 2007 Halloween costume. I was Super Girl. And am a Paramedic. Use your deductive detective skills and figure out the name on your own. Anyway. Today begins day one of my adventures. They consist of getting up before the sun, driving to work in KENT, checking my unit, talking to co-workers (the only time I get to see anyone really is between 6:30-7:30 am and 6:30-7:30 am the next day (unless I am running calls)), beginning the drive to Galena, taking a detour to discover a friend who lives on a cow farm ( I like the cows, by the way), and in a few moments, a rather uncomfortable yellow-brown recliner. There I will stay until I hear the call of duty, well, calling me. In other words, until someone out there in the wide world needs my help. Then it's off to save the day. Also included in the day's adventure will be a trip to the grocery store, then back to the office so the poor helpless boy I call my boyfriend can have a bonafide home cooked meal. Not pizza. From the local mom and pop place less then 50 feet from his house. I feel rather productive after all of this and it wears me out. I hear the recliner calling.