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this is my first post on one of many blogs I've started & never finished.
maybe this one will last. maybe.

on here I will share trials, triumphs, dreams, hopes, wishes, challenges, etc, etc, etc.

this is for my family members who ask, "so what exactly are you doing with your life these days?"
well (insert name here), you can read my blog.
maybe it will help you understand. again, maybe.

this is for my friends who are on the same journey as me & know the stories & the run around.
thanks for laughing, crying, screaming, & complaining with me.

this is for those in my life who support me & are praying for my dreams to come true.
thanks max.

this is for those in my life who support me, even if they aren't sure why I do it or don't agree with it.
dad, maybe you can see how hard I do work & that it is a job. a real job. with a profit. sometimes.

this is for any stranger who wonders in & finds my postings amusing, interesting, comical.
thanks for stopping by.

this is for those that are waiting for me to "make it" so they can say they've been here since the beginning.
thanks for believing in me. or for wanting some of the glory. either way. your here.

this is for anyone thinking about going after their own dreams.
goodluck. see you at the top.

so, with all that. here's looking at you kid. sitting in the front seat of the bus because there's no room in the back where the pretty girls sit discussing color pallets, secret clubs, & other topics of no interest to a fourth grade tomboy. who would have thought you'd grow up to love pink & want your face on the cover of those magazines you used to call brain wash. funny world, huh?