Cue the holiday post...

Happy holidays from Tim and Tarrah!

How corny do I feel right now? On a scale of 1-10 we'll throw down a solid 7.25. I have NEVER sent out a Christmas card. I've never even given one to my family from me. This year, I dropped a beautiful $50 to rub my love in the faces of a few chosen lucky ones. Go me!

So in turning over a new leaf with the holidays , commencing with my decision to send Christmas cards; I've decided to continue on my path of new ideas.  Starting with the New Year. Sans an abundance (read: abundance-not outruling completely) of alcohol and the absence of our well enjoyed and unconditionally loved friends under the influence, Tim and I are going to bring 2012 in with a romantic 10.25 on our corny scale we established above.  And to bring us down a notch...we'll follow it with a new years surf trip with his friends!

Stay tuned ;)

I need to get out of this cage...

The other day, Tim and I went to the zoo.  Now normally, I love going to the zoo. I adore seeing every animal that I would never have the opportunity to see had I not embarked on a journey to the ticket booth that is your $15 fare into anywhere from the Serengeti to the deep blue sea.

But this time, the zoo also evoked some feelings of sadness.

Aside from the fact that these animals are housed in far fetched ideations of their natural habitat, the zoo reminds me that I'm just looking at a life I long to live, a life of travel, in a cage. 

Same tree, different leaves.

I enjoy quotes.  Extra points if it’s a proverb. Or something said by Gandhi.   Pretty much anything that is so profound, that in posting it on Facebook, you’re guaranteed at least a ‘like’ or two by those whose minds run parallel to yours. Quotes have a way of finding you in the exact moment you need to read them. The directions to your next move. Which is how this quote inspired me.

“The giraffe and rhino cannot reach the same leaves…”

My love, Tim is interested in geography.  He has a passion for teaching people things as well as for learning. Blood makes him queasy. Not I-need-to leave-the-room queasy.  More like, pass-out-on-the-floor-before-the-needle-touches-my-arm. I watch medical dramas on TV just to see the surgeries. I crave a career in healthcare as a nurse. I watch blood draws and sutures with the same eagerness a freshman boy might have during his first time in a co-ed locker room.  

We want to make the world a better place.  Together.  How the hell are we supposed to adhere towards the same cause with such dissimilar passions?

“…but together they can strip the tree.”

-African Proverb

Amazing how just a few words can change your outlook on a situation J

I do what I want.

So in joining the blogging world, I’ve been tossed some applicable ‘tricks of the trade.’  The most annoying one by far: find a topic and stick to it.

I DON’T WANT TO.

There are many things I have a desire to indite upon so if you’re looking for a blog based on the cynicism towards blogging in general (as that is all I have managed to post so far) you are in for a sorry surprise my friend.

I intend to go at this. Full force.  I’m going to post about anything and everything. So don’t get too comfortable.

My first blog attempt

I found this on another website I had attempted blogging on. It's going to sit as a reminder to me. Note the end of the blog where I make empty promises to myself blog religiously. It's now probably 3 years later and I'm just now hopping back up on that proverbial horse.

Enjoy!

The domino effect. One good decision leads to another. I read that on a box of some health food box last night. To me it made perfect sense. I gave up all desserts for lent on February 17th. I am now up past midnight searching for an early morning hot yoga class. Point made.

I decided to let my inner creativity out. It started with a camera on my wish list for my birthday. Along with promises to start writing again. Oh…and maybe pick up that flute I’ve been playing for 11 years now. Here I am writing a blog.

I’ve always been very cynical about blogs. What more are they than a means for pretentious people who aspire to appear as well-educated writers who just want to be heard on a non professional level. I admit, I have read a few blogs and I’m sure it brings those writers much self-worth that society has taken away from them some how. Still, I’m on the fence on blogging in general. What do you say? Is it a journal? A public forum for your own random thoughts? Do you use peoples actual names or should I be protecting the not so innocent? There are so many rules that I’m sure accompany this 21st century fad. I’m not sure if I can keep up.

I’m a fan of yelp.com. I yelp everything I do before I do it. I even yelped the best website for said blogging. I do my research. I then read various blogs to figure out the common theme in blogs. I came to discover that there is only one thing that these blogs have in common. The person writing them is always right. They aren’t answering any essay questions for college. No news is being reported (though I beg to differ on the validity of our media these days-but that’s for a different blog-one in which I will be right of course!). You are the expert on whatever topic you chose. Now it made perfect sense as to why these people wanted to post their ‘de novo’ ideas in a blog.

I’ve decided that I will talk in as many circles as I please. After all, everybody makes sense in their little world of blogging

I hate blogging.

I’m opposed to blogging. I find it daft. In fact, my first few posts are probably going to be about how utterly pedestrian it is to journal ones thoughts for all to see.  Publishing your own words as if your pensive mind is so spectacular; everyone should have the opportunity to have a look-see inside at their own leisure.  To have the opportunity to learn from your small doses of wisdom you altruistically bestow upon the world. 

Can you sense the bitter undertone? Good. Then I’m masking my jealousy well.

The blogs I read are of adventures in life I myself hope to embark on.  Instead of taking the necessary steps to embark on said adventures, I read and live vicariously through the clever renditions of those taken by others.

SO-as an early New Year resolution as well as the innate desire to have some schmoe (I say this because I am one of those schmoes) in the World Wide Web lusting after my daily adventures; I have decided to blog.  Instead of reading about life, I’m going to get my ass out there, live it, and write about it.  Once a week should suffice.  Picture posts count.