Blogging Perspective

When I entered the world of Blogging, I was proud of myself for wanting to pour out what is really on my heart or mind like it was some kind of confessional.  But I've come to find that I am not as innovative or original like some other bloggers out there.  Which immediately makes me a little self conscious or takes me back to those days as a junior high kid who wasn't cool enough to do all the other stuff that all the other boys could do (I could suck my stomach in so far that I could touch my spine!).

I guess it's just weird to me how little things like a blog can make you think about yourself how you stack up against other people.  It's stupid really.  I've sat many times at my computer trying to figure out something cool to write about.  Lame, I know.  Don't judge.

But then again, here I am pouring out my thoughts.  What a conundrum.  

I love blogging and I think I've learned a little about myself in the process.  I'm putting my thoughts out there just as I am.  I can't pretend to be a poet or try and act like I live the most fascinating life.  I mean, I live in Quapaw, OK.  No offense fellow Quapawnians (Go Tigers!).

I honestly don't even know if anyone reads this.  I'd like to think that people check it weekly to see what's going on in my life, but that would be a wee bit pretentious of me.  Maybe I'll just do it for the sake of doing it.  

I hope you don't want to stab yourself in the eyes after reading this.  If you do/did, seek immediate medical help.

Suprised by Joy

Well folks, a beautiful day spent driving around my land with Kristen Collie, my wonderful Aggie co-worker, got even better when we stumbled upon a piece of land that once beared a house and family. Now, all that is left is an old garden, some sheds with tons of snakes, and you guessed it.....

A Trampoline

It was like a beacon of light. I couldn't help myself but to go and jump back into my youth. I always wanted one, but knew we couldn't have one because we moved around so much. To have one now is like a breath of fresh air. I spoke to the owner of the land to see if he would mind me taking it to my house and he didn't even realize it was there. He assumed everything back there was just trash.

Just goes to show you, one man's trash is another man's treasure.

I don't care what you say.....

I love Minivans. I can't help it. They are so incredibly user friendly and come with the coolest amenities.

Yes, I do realize I am 26, single, and most of all, a male. But I don't care. I am counting down the days until I get one.