It's my blogaversary and I'm still here!

Today is my blogaversary, I am kind of dedicating this post to my best friends blog how I met your father. She just recently had her blog's birthday and she is the reason I started playing in this fun place we call the blog world. We may lead very different lives and write in very different voices, but there are somethings that you just can't take away from our friendship with time. So here is to the renewal of our friendship going strong on fifteen years. That's 57.7% of my life I have had you and even though we aren't joined at the hip anymore, I am still blessed to have you in my life. Thanks for it all.

I would also like to thank my sister for always being here to support me and my pathetic writing. I really think perhaps she should start a blog even if she just ,makes up stuff she is a fabulous writer. She has always left me little messages when I write things about eating seals at Easter (whoops, I fixed that one) or when i slip up and call the scrapbook I hate making a crap book, Freudian slip I guess.  You always try to help me not seem like the silly girl I am but more like a writer/ functional part of society and I really appreciate that about you. I love you with all of my heart, I think sometime soon even if you won't start your own blog you will have to do a collaboration at least about a Musical Monday, since I got most of my musical taste from you. I love you so much and thanks for being supportive.

I also figure my blogaversary is a great place to figure out how my blog has helped me, help myself. This blog has become a way for me to rediscover myself. Becoming a mother while in college and getting married are things I love have had the effect of loosing myself just a tiny bit and I truly did feel kind of lost. Being a stay at home mother is a really hard job and I really don't understand how being this doesn't really get one any credibility in the work force. I think knowing what I do I would be more willing to hire someone who has been a stay at home parent and taken care of a person and a household and everything that goes with it. Knowing that they can work under very stressful situations and are clearly driven to do any job at hand but, that's just a little rant I like to call what every stay at homer feels a tiny bit everyday. There are so many things I have rediscovered about myself through this blog and even my new blog friends.

I am not as funny as most things seem in my head. I sometimes think I am the funniest joker around and Hubby as the audacity to tell me otherwise. Reading other's blogs and seeing how quick witted and well thought out their humor is I feel perhaps I do fall short in this just every so often. So now I see that I should actually work at it and try to make it my own not just some brand name of humor it has to have Firefly as the main taste. I have also found that my seemingly witty banter and sarcasm seems to fall short in the blog world. I wonder do any of you have tips for getting sarcasm across in the blog world? Or maybe it does get across it just isn't liked? Who knows well, perhaps you do, give me some advice darn it.

I have found that my addiction to images is still going strong even though I took a break from them for awhile. I have also found that after seeing Pixar/ Disney movies again and again with the Peanut I as finally seeing the awesome worlds they have created and if you don't really open your eyes you are missing half the fun. The other week our family was watching The Incredibles and if you noticed this already I'm sorry for being redundant but in Edna Mode's lair she has what at first glance is a fireplace. This time I finally saw it is a huge whole wall aquarium filled with a large school of fiery orange fish. There are even logs in the bottom of this fireplace aquarium. I then proceeded to ask Hubby for this in our future house. He agreed that it would be a wonderful idea and very pretty too. I unfortunately cannot find a picture of this at all but, if you watch it you will see it when Helen Parr, aka Elastigirl, and Edna are having tea and looking at the families super suits.

I still really have a thing for music and I always feel pretty strongly about it. I like to think of music as art for your ears. I am an artist but really don't have any musical skills. Yeah i pretend I can sing, but I can't read music or  make music and that I think is something I should have done as a child. Don't get me wrong my parents gave me the opportunities but I just ignored them, didn't try or was fed defeat by a ridiculous "teacher". I took piano lessons and really what I can remember was the man in charge "teacher" put headphones on me and had me playing twinkle, twinkle on a keyboard while he helped other children who already knew how to read music. I felt kind of helpless and as a child I knew this wasn't going to help me. I was just memorizing one song and what a pathetic song it was. It took a long time for my mom to finally let me give it up and a lot of tears, but of course as a child I never turned to my mother and said hey this "teacher" is ignoring me and just taking your money and it's very frustrating. I of course didn't even know that was an option.

I love expensive things but, am El cheapo and will not spend money on myself. Not that I think anyone needs a dress that costs over $50 or boots that go over $80, it's just that I like them. Here is where the blog comes in, in blog land I can be whomever O choose and I can be the most stylish lady I have ever know and none of you would ever know the wiser but, instead I tell you the truth because i see many of you like to drool over pretty things too. Perhaps you buy them and have the disposable income to do so, if so good for you but, if you just like to window shop then blogging/ reading blogs fits you too. It is a very open place and the Internet is my friend for discovering this that I can't only imagine in my little dreamland ever being mine.


What has blogland done for you?
Or has my blog done anything for you?
LET ME KNOW!

Happy Thursday/ Blogaversary!
xoxo


P.S. I know i need to get my colored pencils out and stop doing my drawings with Peanut's crayons. That is actually the last bin int he basement I have to go through by myself and then I will organize it and then I will be using them and redoing all of my art, so enjoy my buttons in their rough stages.