NORMAL IS A CYCLE ON A WASHING MACHINE.

4:00 in the morning, I'm waiting for the coffee. Another early day. Both dogs are outside and I still hear the quiet. Now if only the newspaper carrier will not slow down to throw the neighbors paper we'll be okay. "I" will go yap crazy if a car acts as if it might stop. I probably got four hours sleep last night so I am good to go for another day.

I have the last few days been reading others Blogs. At the top of the page it reads next Blog. So I have traveled over in Blog land to the next county. Checking out other's Blogs and what they are like. I am very envious of some. I love their art work, their layouts. I want to learn to make a fancy layout. There were a few plain Jane's like myself but for the most part they are beautiful and expressive, there is nothing expressive on mine. There is no art work that shows my personality adorning my page. Well maybe there is no art work that would show my personality, but heck I could try. I want to be fancy. That has become my battle cry.

One I stumbled across was very dark and foreboding. The name of the Blog was called,"Dark and Twisted." There was pictures I assume of himself that looked very dark and twisted. I don't want to try for dark and twisted. I defnately won't be trying to steal ideas from that one.

Another was called the "Amen Mom." Of course on first seeing it I assumed she was a preachers wife and a Mom to a Preachers children. I was wrong. She said on the Blog that her husband worried when she wanted to start a blog that she might use their name in someway and he didn't want that at all. So she used the first initals of each of their names, which happened to spell Amen, she added the Mom. Presto a cute witty title. I came across one that I don't remember the name but she had this quote, "Normal is a cycle on a washing machine." I rteally liked that one. Everybody seeking to be normal and it turns out being normal will only end up washing you at a fairly high speed and spinning you out. I knew I never wanted to be normal, now I know why.

Then I came across this great Blog, I got so into it that I didn't write the name down. The artwork was flawless. A woman from Austraila, I think. She had these great quotes and wrote about the wishes for her life. It was awesome. She told how she had written down three dreams for her life and put them under her matress. To dream on she said. To make them come true. I loved that idea. She had this one quote about worrying. I looked around, it would take too long to try to write down. Quickly I highlighted it and swung over to Blog land to paste it to a empty page. To come back today and steal it. Well I really wasn't going to steal it and use it as a orginal idea, just borrow it. When I tried to get back to the page it was gone, no title, no idea of how to get to it again. Then when I tried to go to the page I had pasted her words on, it was gone also. Thats what I get for borrowing without permission. She had a wonderful page, what a gold mine to learn from. Gone with a click of the mouse.

So today my Blog is still a plain Jane, but I now have the determanation to make mine beautiful too. And I will, I hope, at least I'll try. But one thing I did come away with on my trip through Blog land is most are put together really well. Not mine, most have beautiful art work, not mine. The one thing I have in common with them is for the most part they ramble on about what they feel. Just like me, so now I don't feel quite so bad. I want to gussy it up though. Be delightful to the eye, so to speak. It will probaly take me a another month or more to get there. But if you ever think of me, picture me with hammer and nails. A bucket of paint and a brush. Trying to beautify my site. Please wish me luck. I have a feeling I'm gonna need it.