My first blog. Uh-hum. Strangely, I'm feeling a little nervous about this. I think it's important to just get this first blog out of the way. My creative energies will never begin to flow if I always have the pressure of this first blog hovering over me. I can't say that I've never blogged before, if you count Myspace. This feels a bit more formal (and mature...ouch). I have always liked the idea of having a blog and have pondered starting one for quite some time. I have a few unanswered questions about this blogging business. Does one stick to the happenings of today and tomorrow? Would it be interesting to hear about life yesterday? Anything would be more interesting than this, surely. History is what shapes us though. It's what makes us, US. I have a few crazy stories of my past that just might blow your hair back. How about a condensed version of a few interesting tidbits?
I once swallowed a live goldfish.
I have seen lightning strike, more than once.
I lived in a tiny, "dry" cabin in Alaska for a year.
I have driven the distance between Alaska and California 6 times.
Once I broke down in the Yukon with 5 children, and no husband.
My grandfather had a major influence in my life.
I love grumpy old men, and I don't mean the movie.
I once won a chili cook-off and best dressed in a beauty pageant (though I hated the dress).
*yawn*
Okay, I won't bore you with anymore historical facts of my life. I am thankful to report we can now put my first blog behind us, where it belongs, in the past.
