I always wanted to blog...

It is true. I always wanted to blog. At roughly 2:30 a.m. I got the guts to put my name on a domain in the internet for everyone ( or no one ) to read. I am both big headed enough to think someone, anyone, or even everyone, would enjoy reading the things I say about my life, and humble enough to know that it is likely that no one will. I also am both entertained by the idea of all of my friends and family enjoying my theoretically witty and thoughtful account of my days and mortified by the reaction they will have as they find themselves the subjects of my posts. So here I am. Writing my first ever blog post, and thinking, this could be the start of something fabulous, while also thinking, I am going to waste an enormous amount of time on this, and also even, everyone who does know me will think I am so lame for doing this, and finally, no one will be surprised. I unlike many of the people I know who blog don't have a true purpose. I am not chronicling my days abroad, or my path with God, not even just my love for one thing, like cooking, or fashion. This is simply an unplanned scrapbook of everything I think of, do, hear and see. This is when I wish myself good luck... Buenos Suerte! ( I do realize their should be another upside down exclamation point here, but apparently blogger doe not recognize those of us who speak, not english or spanish but simply Spanglish)


I fear I have now become addicted. In that short paragraph I have realize that writing this blog is like narrating a book about my life. On the internet, with pretty pictures and things.
I am so so excited..

SEE HOW EXCITED I AM

Let it be known that when trying to upload that picture I somehow exited out of this and thought I had lost all that I had written... then I realized that it automatically saves itself, clever blogger, you, PTL (praise the lord).

I think I will sign this with a quote from today.

"I don't have a routine, I don't do anything every single day of my life... Except for eat."

xoxo,

ACE