So I've decided to start a blog, wow. I see it somewhat as an internet journal, and I never have been much for journals, but as my memory worsens as life goes on, maybe it is time for me to record some of my thoughts and events and such.
There have been many times that I have forgotten some of my more nerdy and/or embarrassing moments and have been reminded of them by some of my closest friends. God lov'em. Maybe, this way, I can help myself at least selectively remember SOME things. ; )
This blog name has meaning behind it. After a bit of thought, I settled on naming it after the farm I grew up on that I miss very much. I have a few pictures of it in my slide show on my myspace page: www.myspace.com/annielsie
Eventually I will probably add a few pictures onto here once I become more familiar with this site. Though I can blog on my myspace, I wanted to keep the bulk of my blogging off of it because it is such a "popular" site to cruise on, and lately, there have been some strange people trying to add me as a "friend".
I'm all about meeting new people, but when I get that email from "Nathan" who lives a half hour away and asks me to hang out because he saw my profile and he thinks I'm neat and wants to watch movies with me at 11:20 pm, I think I will just have to pass. Sometimes, interestingly enough, if you reply back to mr. "interested" they never talk to you ever again. Ha ha. Sometimes I wonder what are these people actually thinking. I don't really expect to find love online, at least with a total stranger, I am just curious to see how "interested" these people are, and how far any conversation might go. (I am much too guarded to actually venture that route, at least at this point and time, though I know some folks who actually have gotten together from "meeting" on the internet.)
I miss home, but I know I needed to run away. I originally moved to Minnesota to go to school for a Massage Therapy program, which I have completed, but more than likely will not use unless I need something to fall back on temporarily. My wrists simply cannot take it. I was very surprised by this; after all, shoveling "stuff" for over six years on the farm never bothered me. I've decided much to my Dad's disappointment, that I need to save my hands for better things like art and to hold my future children. I comforted him with the thought that only one of his children is using their degree anyway. Not bad. A one to six ratio.
My mom however, is okay with it, she'd rather me make more art for her personal collection anyway. She has managed to hoard almost every single piece of clay work I have ever made.
She also has many of my paintings/drawings on display in her basement. Well, at least I have one patron.
From my years in 4-H, I have enjoyed exhibiting pieces at the local "fair" and have continued to do so in Open-class. I have expanded a little bit into Photography from this, but that has been brought to an abrupt pause due to a little mishap this last fall. With any hope, I will have some sort of camera again by summer.
Anyway, after this overwhelming intro blog, I doubt many of my blogs will be this long, though some might. Hope some people get a kick out of this, and might even like their lives more because of it, cause I doubt that their lives can have a "Case of the Mondays" as bad as mine. Generally, my life has been great, but there are PLENTY of misadventures that happen along the way.
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