So here we go.
I'm actually kind of nervous.
This is like reading my journal...
I find it so very interesting that I write on a blog each day. A blog that I have created. I have been told countless times that I have poor grammar, that I cannot spell and my sentence structure is simple. My sister read one of my art history essays and about fell over in laughter - it truly was horrible. I sounded like a five year old.
I like the painting.
The red is pretty.
OK, so it wasn't that bad - I did get an A on it after all.
My writing is simple that's for sure. No $10 words from me. One reason for that is because I'd have to then spell the darned word. Thank goodness for spell check.
I write my blog posts each day without a plan really. Sometimes I look through my photos to see if I had taken pictures for a someday story and other times I happen to think of something that interested me and decide to talk about it.
I prefer to talk about non controversial things because I honestly don't want to have to defend my position. About the only thing I feel comfortable defending is organ donation and transplant. And that's probably because I've been immersed in it for the past 5 years.
I am a Libra through and through. I can't make decisions without feeling like I didn't weigh the options better. I don't ever want anyone upset with me and I fall in love with everything that strikes my fancy. I do believe that one of the number one overused words on my blog is Love. I love Sharpies. Oh I love that lamp. Don't you just love fall? I saw this lovely piece of pottery. I love to love.
I was that way with men, too. I'd fall in love in a moment if he looked at me the right way. If he was a bad kisser though, that wasn't love. yuck. I'd be done with him.
I don't talk politics because I do have a pretty firm stance but I don't really care if you believe the way I do. I also don't care if you are the complete opposite. I would much rather talk about a billion other things that what those politicians are doing.
I have been to enough open houses, parade homes and fixer upper houses that I do feel qualified to give housing opinions. Ask me what to offer for the place, however, and it boggles my mind. I have no idea. Isn't that what a real estate agent is for? Give me a cluttered room with hot pink walls and yellow shag carpeting and I can see the space. Give me a blueprint and I would never be able to find my way out.
I'll finish part two tomorrow. I want to actually keep my readership :0)
I read on someones blog that they thought kids shouldn't have to learn cursive writing. Gosh, I just can't imagine not writing. Printing doesn't flow and it certainly doesn't flow with how fast my thoughts come. I've written this post so far in longhand in a little notebook while I was in bed. Sometimes it's just easier to think with pen and paper. The distractions of the world wide web can completely derail this Libra. I'm thinking that's why I have so enjoyed photography the past few years. I get out of the hum of the computer and out into the world to see what it has to offer.
I started writing this post because I was honestly trying to figure out what in the world I write about each day. Was it photography driven or did I actually talk about interesting things? I wondered if I spoke from the heart enough. I can be quite passionate but I get so wordy that I believe my passion gets lost. This post, for example! I think it's now become a novel.
Have a wonderful day!