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West Coast

I’m a blogger, a multiple blogger, interloped into a passionate affair with bandwidth. While I would like to proclaim my dedication to multiple blogs as pure talent, I think the real stem of the obsession comes from OCD. It is a challenge I give myself to express my stories in my own tangled English. The way that I write in cryptic rhythms is confusing. I find myself changing person in the middle of a paragraph just because I starting thinking outside the box that is me. Sometimes I stare at the blinking cursor and scowl at it taunting me. I’m a very silly woman with a pen that has a mind of its own. I’m certain you’ll develop a lukewarm tolerance for me as this blog grows in beautiful bandwidth.

Introduction of Me.

I was born and raised in contrast. My father is a conservative German Lutheran from a prominent ranch family in Montana and holds a full eleven-year age difference from my Native American/French Canadian mother whose ancestors were primarily lumberjacks and moonshiners. It is dramatic indeed and maybe why I ended up being the polar opposite of both. Maybe it just explains why I dance to my own melody, but also happen to be tone deaf.

At first glance I’m your average, everyday, westcoast, mid-20’s woman struggling for all the things in life that make one happy. I enjoy stereotypical things that the world would expect me to enjoy; going shoe shopping, dancing in fields of flowers, the brightest shades of pink and getting my toes polished. If you scratch the surface though you’ll find a girl that also enjoys college football, infusing vodka with organically-grown habeneros, pwning nubz in online gaming and a crusader in the effort to continuously recycle everything.

Education is the milk to my cookies and I’m always finding a random class to take here and there. Even though I’ve followed my degree path to the end of my financial string, I find myself leaning towards classes in the arts more and more, mostly because if I’m required to attempt mathematical figures in my head during those classes, my mistakes are taken as “artistic perspective”. Hurray for the art brain!

The 8-5 struggle occurs in a nonpartisan office surrounded by political vultures where public politics is the Broadway production and I am merely the stagehand hiding behind the curtain. I rather enjoy it that way. To put it bluntly; if you don’t get caught in the pissing match, you never get wet.

Amor is something that I always thought I’d never fully understand. Coming from someone who has been engaged, married, divorced, I had romance stuffed in an old shoebox hidden in the darkest corner of my closet. Fortunately enough there was a man out there that hadn’t given up on love and was able to find me in my dark hiding spot. We tell our story in a collaborative blog known as Minutes & Miles. (You can find the link in our blogroll.) I’m certain as this blog progresses you’ll hear more about my panda-bear boyfriend.

After that small insight on me hopefully you will feel inspired to watch this blog. I know I’ve thoroughly bored myself reading about…myself. *wink*

The two other women I am collaborating with on this blog have glowing personalities of their own and I’m certain that the three of us will be able to keep you entertained with this calamity we call life. I hope you stick around and comment from time to time.

Ciao for now…

Ti

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