First Blog Ever :)

Let’s just say a little monkey has inspired me to write a blog. I have to admit that it took me a VERY long time to figure out what a “blog” is. I mean, who made up the word “blog?” I like it, but it sure as hell sounds like it should be something other than what it is....

“A blog (an abridgment of the term web log) is a website, usually maintained by an individual, with regular entries of commentary, descriptions of events, or other material such as graphics or video. Entries are commonly displayed in reverse chronological order. “Blog” can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.

Many blogs provide commentary or news on a particular subject; others function as more personal online diaries. A typical blog combines text, images, and links to other blogs, web pages, and other media related to its topic. The ability for readers to leave comments in an interactive format is an important part of many blogs. Most blogs are primarily textual, although some focus on art (artlog), photographs (photoblog), sketches (sketchblog), videos (vlog), music (MP3 blog), audio (podcasting) are part of a wider network of social media. Micro-blogging is another type of blogging which consists of blogs with very short posts. As of December 2007, blog search engine Technorati was tracking more than 112 million blogs.[1] With the advent of video blogging, the word blog has taken on an even looser meaning of any bit of media wherein the subject expresses his opinion or simply talks about something.” -Wikipedia

Moving on… A recent conversation I had with one of my best friends, Jacqueline, actually inspired me to write. If you know me, I am a pretty accepting and friendly person. You would pretty much have to make it your job in order for me not to like you. Jacqueline and I were recently in Vegas together for a weekend. Needless to say, we had too much fun. As we were laying in bed on Sunday afternoon at 4PM, feeling like death from the night before, we started having one of those half drunk, endless conversations. After recounting several stories about our travels in Europe and going over some of my slightly interesting choices in friends, she looked at me and said, “It’s like you approach the world with your arms wide-open. Not just to people, but to things and life in general. Things just happen to you all the time. You have so many great and funny stories.”

Suddenly, I realized that she was right. I always feel like “things happen to me,” but I don’t think much of them because I assumed “things happen” to everyone. Point is, I have some GREAT and VERY embarrassing stories that I feel, for whatever reason, I should share. So stay tuned..