Friday, September 19, 2008

The First Post...

Ok. Here is my deal with this whole experiment. I have considered ‘blogging’ for awhile now, but most of the blogs I see are about spouse/kids…
PROBLEM!!
I don’t have any of those!

RATZ.. or ...not? Lack of spouse/kids cannot equal lack of thought and ability to type on a website. But…what is it that I can blog about? I guess we will find out… but I have a feeling it will consist of exactly what I am currently considering at that time. So as promised to my mother I will try to use correct grammar and look smart, (or maybe just be smart), but fair warning to you all skills in spelling/grammar have been lacked since 1990, so do the best you can to understand me.

Before I ventured into this I did a little research and I came across Wikipedia's "Consequences of Blogging," which include: Defamation or Liability, Employment, Political Danger, Personal Safety and Therapeutic Benefits. So throughout this blog I will obtain from lying, telling you who my employer is (obviously not RIMROCK CONSTRUCTION), stating how much I hate some politicians, and giving you too much information, i.e... my name, age, current town (all can be found on my profile). And in exchange for withholding that information I will be therapeutically benefited! I can't wait for that to start. Good thing I did my research!

A Little Info:

THE TITLE

The naming process took quite a long time for me. But in the end my love of anything French (French toast, French fries) won out and I chose Le Classique (aka The Classic), because anything that is classic I happen to love, and if my blog is called classic maybe I can become somewhat classic in my own right.

THE SUBTITLE

tattoos. = I WANT ONE! I find them beautiful when done right. The meaning and stories behind them mixed with the beauty makes them so appealing. But don't worry sisters, I will not get one (but if I did, it would be behind my ear).

[long hair]. = something I always wanted and now have. Except I want it to be so much longer. There's something mysterious about long hair and what it says about a women. I want that.

skinny * jeans. = this means more than any of them. To me they represent my journey. Probably silly. It isn't the actual jeans that are the journey, but they are the result of my life's journey to where I am right now, which I am happy with.

So these are my words. They are not important or cool, but none the less here they are. Enjoy.