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Blog? Why Not?!

     The beginning of… THE BLOG! Why start a blog now? And what to blog about? How many times can you say blog in the opening paragraph of your first blog post before the word blog begins to sound like something out of a science fiction movie? It seems like everyone has a blog now. I guess you could say there is great pressure to make my blog something theirs are not. Or, perhaps, there is no pressure at all because I am the last blogger to jump on the band wagon of blogging. So, no one is going to read my blog anyway. 

     The answer is 8. I have used the word blog 8 times in the opening paragraph of my first blog post… unless you count the two times the word was included inside another word. (Blogger and Blogging) And then I have used the word twice in this second paragraph… again, unless you count the two times… Well you get the idea. The point is I have written two whole paragraphs into my first blog post and you still have gotten no substance at all. This is because just like my life, I don’t know what I need to write about.

      Okay, all joking aside, why am I here? I have always done journaling; ever since I was 16. When I am going through a situation, it has always helped me to write it down. Right now, I am going through the most difficult spot I have ever been in. I am 29 years old, I have two college degrees, I live in New York City, I have big dreams, and I am more lost than I have ever been! I am starting this blog because I am wondering if there is anyone who can relate? 

      I think the one thing that is difficult for all of us to do is to admit the truth. Why is the truth so hard for humans the world over? We always know that when we tell a personal truth, it liberates us, it makes us feel lighter and less stressed, and it usually helps us to feel camaraderie with our fellow humans. We learn this lesson time and again. So, why do we always find it so hard to do? I am counting on this blog never getting a single reader… Therefore, this is my space to freely give my truths! I need a space to just freely let my hair down and tell the world what I am thinking. And since I am counting on no one reading this blog, because, you know, I am the last person on Earth to start a blog, therefore having absolutely no one interested in what I have to say, I am going to frequently let my thoughts fly! 

      What is the first thought that I want to let fly in my first blog post ever of my first ever blog? Well, simple. Nothing! When you are put on the spot you have nothing. Isn’t that the way it always goes?  On a first date when you want to be your most charming and witty self, you draw a blank and wind up staring at your food as if it were the most interesting thing you have ever seen. Well, I am not going to stare at my food, which isn’t very interesting in the first place. It’s a half a toaster strudel and a cold cup of coffee. Cold on accident, it is. I also have taken to making cold coffee. It is quite delicious, but that isn’t what I have now. Now I have hot coffee that has gotten cold.

     No! I am not going to spend my first installment of my blog post trying to think of something that accurately presents myself to an audience that isn’t even there to begin with, and one I am not counting on coming, I might add; a blog post that puts the me I wish the world to see on display. I don’t care if you think I am witty or charming or even funny, for that matter. Secretly, though, I am dying for you to find me all those things. But I have nothing to say! So, for now, I am going to do something unexpected. I am going to share a first memory with you. What is a first memory, you might ask. Well, we have lots of first memories. We remember the first memory of going to school, or we have a first memory of when we met a friend. We might have a first memory of when we first tasted lima beans or the first timeyou put on a leotard just because… What? You thought that happened to me? These are just hypotheticals! Seriously!! Just hypotheticals. Okay forget I said anything about a leotard. Just wipe it clean. Nobody has any memories of wearing a leotard. Ever. Not even dancers.

     Well, the first memory I want to share with you today is the first time I ever heard a song on the radio. See, isn’t that nice? That’s a nice thought to have. My mother and father took my sister and me to a Birmingham Barons baseball game. The only thing I remember about the actual game is that my father sat on the far left, then my sister and mother, and then I was on the far right. I remember at the end of the game there were fireworks which scared me because they made a lot of noise. Then I remember getting into the car and my father deciding to sit in the parking lot for a bit and let the crowds clear out. When he cranked the car my sister got very happy because the song that was playing was apparently her favorite. I’d like to share the lyrics to that song with you now. 

Why’d You Come In Here Lookin’ Like That
Dolly Parton

Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your cowboy boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here looking like that
Here comes my baby
Draggin' my heart behind
He's drivin' me crazy
Who says love is blind
He's got a wanderin' eye and a travelin' mind
Big ideas and a little behind
Out with a different woman every night
But I remember when he was mine
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Waltzing right in here lookin' like that
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin' like that
I just can't stand it
To see him on the town
He's out slow dancing
With every girl around
I'm a softhearted woman he's a hardheaded man
And he's gonna make me feel just as bad as he can
He's got himself a mean streak a half a mile wide
But now he's dancing on this heart of mine
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
In your high heeled boots and your painted-on jeans
All decked out like a cowgirl's dream
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that
When you could stop traffic in a gunney sack
Why you're almost givin' me a heart attack
When you waltz right in here lookin' like that
Why'd you come in here lookin' like that

      See, isn’t that something much more interesting than say telling you about a first kiss or a first love? I mean, if you really want to get down to brass tacks, you might say I do love Dolly Parton more than a lot of people. So, I guess it is the beginning of a first love. I’ve had a lot of first loves. Some of which you might hear about here. There might be a first love of a comedic actor, or a first love of a politician. There might even be a first love of a hobby or an interest. Who knows? But I hope you enjoyed this first blog. Before I go, though, would you like to hear a secret? Don’t make fun of me for this. I was nervous that my first blog post wouldn’t be long enough so I decided to add some song lyrics. You promised you wouldn’t judge!! Until next time

   Of course it is only polite to give you the song I am talking about. And let's face it... For a song like this, reading the lyrics really don't do it justice. ENJOY!