My Online Diary?

Well, hello(!), to anyone with enough spare time to bother with reading this (i.e., no one). So, I always hated journaling because I would get all deep and ridiculous and think I was writing some amazing stuff, and then would find these journals later and feel totally scandalized that I had written down anything as horrific as what I found myself reading and ultimately destroy journal after journal for fear of someone finding and reading what I had written and realizing what a ridiculous person I have been all along. There. I said it. And I am probably going to feel that way about this project too... Unfortunately, now what I write down will be in the monstrous hands of cyberspace and the interweb and all that, so there really is no turning back from here, after all, I can't tear the pages out of this 'book' so I can start with a fresh blank page, or any of that. But, you know, I think that's probably good. I am ready to let some ridiculousness shine through at this point. I'm 31, so, if that's what I am, I should just go for it, right?

Teddy Edde

I have absolutely no idea where to begin. Last year was my 'Golden Year'~ I turned 30 on the 30th (December). And it really turned out to be such a great year! I ran my first marathon in Steamboat Springs. I paid off a ton of debt with my husband's help, to be personally debt free. We got a puppy, totally the goal of a lifetime for me; Teddy Edde, he is truly the best little mini schnauzer ever. G & I climbed two 14'ers for our second anniversary~ Grey's & Torrey's Peaks, the first fourteen thousand foot peaks we've ever climbed. It was a kick ass year. 

Me at the start the Steamboat Marathon

So now here we are in 2011. We've been in our loft in Capitol Hill for three years now and have decided we want to move forward into some new endeavors. I want to start a mini farm. Yes, with like, a humongous vegetable garden, chickens, alpacas, and a mini goat. We want to do the farmer's markets, and I want to begin painting again and sell my artwork at the markets and in galeries. I want to build a barn that we can use not only for housing the animals at night but also for parties and movie nights and barn dances and I am going to light the entire thing with Christmas lights. I want all of this to eventually become our livelihood. I want time for G & I to write the stories we have stockpiled from endless nights of scheming. And I want all the time in the world for our families. I want our parents and brothers and sisters and friends in and out of our doors constantly. And I guess, I feel like starting this stupid blog and telling the world (i.e. no one) about it will be the best way to get things rolling, and encourage me to keep thinking about it. Why, I have no idea. I think blogs are kind of stupid. But then, I've already said that, right?

G & I at the Top of Torrey's Peak

So, If you are reading, thank you so much. Seriously, shouldn't you be reading something credible, or at least watching Grey's Anatomy? Just kidding, watching that show actually is worse than reading blogs. I don't even know if I can/ will/ want to keep this up, but for now I am going to state the goal of writing to you three times a week. 'Oh No!' you cry. 'I know.' I say, pitying you. But maybe we'll both end up liking it.