I've finally set up my little corner of our household for my 'techie' stuff. Husband, I just love saying that, has zero to very very little interest in anything internet or technology wise. Which is perfect for me so I can just take everything over. I've done my space over, have a little nook in what has now morphed into Harrisons play area, and I can start what I've been feeling this true urge to do. Write.
This has been something I've been doing my entire life in one way shape or form. I love to document, so I can look back in time and know what I was doing that day. I used to keep a journal in jr. high, was obsessively detailed with my agenda in high school. College I tried my hand at the LiveJournal, and such. I only dabbled a little bit there. My sketchbook became my sense of journaling.
There have been a couple years post college where I didn't write as much as I wish I had. I did moments of writing, a page or two on significant moments that occurred. Buying the house, finding out I was pregnant, etc....
I've been such a closet blog stalker that I feel as if I know some bloggers out there, that obviously have no idea who I am. Twitter has become a way for me to put my name out there, well face (avatar?), and I'm avidly looking forward to figuring out HTML so I can personalize my page. The blank, and boring format is killing me as an art teacher. I have to figure out a little DIY and start my hand at that. Should ask my computer programming brother, but I think I'm keeping my family out of my blogging world for a while at least. It's nice to use it to socialize anonymously for a while, and maybe as i get more comfortable I'll put myself out there more. We shall see.
Until then I'll leave you with a picture of our wedding. The classic cheeseball shot every bride/groom are forced to take.
(I admit it, it looks pretty romantic and cheesy)