Seriously, I'm gonna be a blogger

OK now, so, seriously, I want to be a blogger. I want to take the time to express my creative freedom – even if I have no followers. I want to do this - for me!

I had recently purchased a new journal. I had been inspired by Ali Edwards' blog where she suggested writing your own story because someday it would be a treasure for your family when they get to read things that are written in your own handwriting. So, I went and bought a journal. From time to time, much more often than this blog, I write in that journal.

I have even done a little research online to get journaling inspiration. Granted, some of them are geared more towards kids, but it still awakens the thought process and allows me to throw my thoughts and memories on paper.

"Seriously,
I'm gonna be
a blogger.
Someday."

Ideally, if I move more than 30 minutes away from my parents sometime in my life, I think that this blog would be a great way for my family to still be able to know what is going on in my life. (I would also want to either upgrade my Mac so I can get a webcam or else get a new Mac that has a webcam built in.... that way, I will still be able to see and be seen by my family.)

The thought of moving away from home is not THAT scary to me. My fiancé thinks that I will not handle it very well. Although, if given a webcam, I would be able to wave and still tell my parents that I love them. Moving away from home, at this point, sounds like a new adventure. It is an experience to spread my wings and learn how to fly.

Also, I have seen blogs out there where people have documented their pregnancies through the eyes of the unborn child, which I thought was quite clever and a priceless way to keep the memories. Yep, there are so many clever ideas out there....

So, seriously, I'm gonna be a blogger. Someday.

Irony

The song includes some great examples:
• a traffic jam when you're already late
• a no smoking sign on your cigarette break
• 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife
• meeting the man of your dreams and then meeting his beautiful wife

My case of irony begins with my most recent profession. I work in the paint department.

We had scheduled our engagement pictures for a Friday afternoon on our weekend off.

I had forewarned my boss that I would be wearing gloves for the week prior to my pictures so that I would not have paint - or worse yet - stain all over my hands.

Typically, it isn't a big deal for me. However, in our particular instance of engagement pictures, I had requested that they take a photo of our hands.

Our plan is to have a hands portrait framed at our ceremony for everyone to sign the matte in lieu of a guestbook. Hence, the hands picture.

So, all week long, I had been using extra caution so I would not mess up my hands.

Irony comes into play when all I thought about for a week was my hands – and I wake up on the day of the engagement pictures with a cold sore on my lip!

I had apparently not taken the proper precautions to care about my lips. I had over-worked my tired body and drank nearly no water or fluids. My dry, chapped lips took revenge.

I was assured that if I smiled, you couldn't really see it. So, my goal was just to keep smiling.

I think this is why they say "Make lemonade when life hands you lemons."





(And with that as my closing, I think I'll go drink some fluids.)