How lame does it make me if i post twice in the same day?

Before you all begin assuming i'm a bigger loser than i actually am

<which is a pretty big one>

Please try to keep in mind that my job consists of sitting, in what i like to call my hole  

(a small, not very homey, and lonely cubicle) for what begins to seem like DAYS on end.
Don't get me wrong.. I actually LOVEmy job.
I make my own schedule. I work with some of the BEST people I know. I get paid to do homework, sit on facebook, twitter, and now to blog! 

(which I am slowly, but surely becoming quite fond of)

Lets just go ahead and count my first post as more of an introduction, and this can be the real thing :)

 Honestly, I wanted to take my first REAL post and send out a big thank you to everyone who is, has been, or ever will be in my life.

You all are {or will be} who made me who I am today.
I have been feeling like a really lucky girl lately.
No particular reason :)
Just taking a step back and seeing how good I really have it.
I have the best parents on the face of the planet.
MY MOM is my best friend. {and not even in that dorky sort of way either}
She is the epitome of selfless and the STRONGEST woman i've ever known.
Her world revolves around me and my brothers.
She is my role-model and my hero.
And I wouldn't be anywhere today without the person she taught me to strive to be.

MY DAD. I LOVE MY DAD.

Some days I don't think he knows that.
But I do.
Daddys little girl forever :)
"the best thing a father can do for his daughter is love her mother" -Elaine S. Dalton

And he has. Through thick and thin. 

23 years strong.
He taught me what to look for in a guy.
Someone who will love me through it.

And here comes the cheesy part.
Bear with me here.
THE BOY

What can I even say about this boy?
There is not a person out there who knows me the way this guy does.
And through all the quirks and bad days.. he loves me anyways.
It sure feels nice to be in love with my best friend :)

{I know you can't really tell here.. but he really does like me. promise.}

 And we all know life just wouldn't be the same without

  THE BROTHERS

Hunter, Bridger, and Ryker.
I spend a whole lot of time getting picked on, and teased, and telling my mother she "should have stopped after me"
but lets be honest, I love those boys more than life itself.

They keep my life interesting, and that's for sure.
But i've been spoiled.
 Not many big sisters can say their brothers open doors for them, or brush the snow off their cars in the morning so they don't ruin their hair.
I have taught these little boys well.
& sorry girls, none of you will EVER be good enough for them. :)

Blogs, blogs, and more blogs.

Lately I have found myself OBSESSED with blogs. 

Reading blogs, the people who write the blogs, and the idea of possibly blogging myself.   

I have this strange admiration for those who take the time to write down the madness going on inside of their heads, open and available for anyone to come along and judge. I have always been more of the suffer in silence type, not to worry I promise not to use this as a way to constantly whine because that has been my biggest pet peeve among the countless blogs I have found myself getting lost in lately.

  But I think sometimes the best way to understand ourselves is to take the time to put our thoughts and feelings into words. 
I was never one to keep a journal or diary.  Not for a lack of trying, because trust me, I have probably started next to a hundred in my day. It always seemed like my life was too boring, and too ordinary to keep a record of my day to day "I had a club sandwich for lunch" and "the crush finally noticed my existence" and all that other fun, teenage girl stuff. 

I don't know what makes me think my life is any more worthy of being blogged, or exciting now than it was then.  Because trust me, it isn't.
My main idea behind this is 20 years from now to look back and remember what I was thinking, feeling, and doing with my life at 20 years old.  

Ready to make fun?

Looking back on the old myspace and early facebook days was really the inspiration here.  I made the mistake of deleting my myspace account all together when that was no longer the cool thing to do, and i've found myself regretting that.  Looking back even just a year ago on my sweet little facebook wall I am reminded of 

How much things have changed.. 

How much I have changed.  

It became my very own version of a diary. 
That is where I am hoping to head with this, my very own form of diary, minus the fact that this is about to be posted up online and everyone and their dog can read it.  Worst private diary ever.

But that works for me because I am about the least private person EVER.  

And ya know what?  I think I am okay with that. 

Because maybe if everyone took the time to share their thoughts and feelings, relating to everyone else would be just that much easier?