Hypaethral

If you checked out my vlog then you'll know that my company is performing a social networking experiment.  (If you want to know more check out domo.com/social ).  Those of my readers who have been with me for a while will know that I am notorious for not proof-reading any of my posts.  I don't really care to.  This blog is for me, and it's where I can be completely real.  Real people don't write the perfect post the first time and real people make typos.  Whatever.  I'm sure it drives the English majors crazy, but I'm not making anyone be here.   Well, up until now that refusal to proof-read and revise my content on social media has been pretty solid and has spread across most sites.  However, today I find myself struggling to form the perfect tweet.  Normally and idea sprouts in my head and I put it on the internet and that's that.  Not this idea.  I've been doing this mental revising all morning, trying to make the words flow and trying to get that

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Oh Pinterest.  The site that is raising a generation of "do-it-yourself"-ers.  An aggregation of the most delicious looking recipes,  the most geektastic products, the cutest clothes, and a bunch of crafts that make me say, "I could do that!" Now, I know a lot of pinners merely pin and they waste their lives on thoughts of dreams, but the never realize them.  That's not the problem I have with Pinterest.  I've actually tried some of the recipes and crafts and I've had decent luck.  My problem is that it's made me overly confident in my DIY abilities and I've started a project.  A big project. I'm stripping and refinishing our coffee table. It's not like I've pinned anything about staining coffee tables or I know anything about it, it's just that for some bizarre reason I felt like I could just do it and I blame Pinterest for that overconfidence. Now I have a giant empty space in my living room, a poorly stripped coffee tab

...more than my husband would like me to. I couldn't really tell you when I was first exposed to the internet.  I know I was young.  In elementary school.  I can't really pin down an exact age all I can tell you is that I got it.  When I used the internet, I got it.  It wasn't something that I have ever had to struggle to learn or get used to like spelling or writing in cursive.  It was simple, and it was usable and I loved it. In fourth, fifth, and sixth grade I was in a computer class.  That's where I first learned the very basics of HTML.  I was hooked.  Here I was, an eleven year old with a knowledge of how powerful the internet was, learning the basic tools to have a real presence there.  I was an awkward little elementary school student putting her voice out in a place that I understood and a place that I felt understood me.  As time passed I didn't really keep up with HTML, but the internet still held it's appeal.  I could create online versio

I fear that all of my lovely readers have gone.  That's expected considering I abandoned you.  I'm terribly sorry.  Life has just been carrying me along so swiftly that I haven't really found the time (read motivation) to post.  I guess it's time to work my way from the ground again as far as followers go.  Let's go! Well folks, I'm married, and it is great!  Now, that I'm a Mormon wife I'm sure you all expect this blog to turn into a blog where I gush about how marvelous life is and post pictures of all of the cute treats I bake and crafts I make.  Or maybe a couple's blog where I claim that it's run by the Mr. and I jointly when really he knows nothing about it and I just post about how perfect our marriage is.  Well people of the internet, you're wrong.  This is my blog.  It's my personal blog.  Granted, now that I'm married I can't come here all of the time to vent and gripe to cyberspace.  (You know, I've got to keep