In the beginning...

"You know...that a blank wall is an apalling thing to look at. The wall of a museum -- a canvas -- a piece of film -- or a guy sitting in front of a typewriter. Then, you start out to do something -- that vague thing called creation. The beginning strikes awe within you." -Edward Steichen

I don't consider myself trendy. I don't listen to modern music. I haven't got a clue what hip-hop is all about, or why it's so popular. My clothing is out-of-date and conservative. I don't have, and never have had, a tongue, eyebrow, or belly-button ring. I think cel phones are social atrocities. I don't even own a television. Among people of my own age group, I stick out like a tick on a hairless cat.

In a lot of ways, I'm just like everybody else: I hit the snooze button in the morning. I put my pants on one leg at a time (most days I even remember the underwear before I get the fly zipped). I break the speed limit and don't come to a full stop at stop signs.

I've also been married three times, spent a year in the middle east just to see what it was like, and bought a house at the age of 19. I have a mural of jazz players that stretches around my living room; I painted it on a whim one afternoon.

Life, for me, is fluid.

The purpose of the blog is to relay day-to-day life and observations from the point of view of a twenty-something female in today's American climate.

Maybe not edge-of-your-seat type stuff, but it keeps me entertained from sun-up to sun-down... and then some.