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One year

Hi y’all!

Exactly one year ago, I hit ‘publish’ on this post. I went from being a regular person to being a . . . blogger.

Why did I start blogging? Three reasons emerge with clarity:

1) I had been working for about 8 months at an office job that required my butt to be in a chair from 9-5, however did not give me a full 8 hours of work.

I tried to fill the empty hours with reading books, reading the Pioneer Woman’s blog, and researching periods of history I knew nothing about (is it called ‘researching’ if it’s just on wikipedia?) in order to become a better wife for my historian husband. However, there’s only so much reading one can do in a day before one’s eyes bug out and one starts screaming and pulling out wads of hair from one’s scalp. I was going crazy. I needed something to do, something I could create during those long hours. I needed to make the transition from just being the recipient of writing to being the writer. Since I sit in front of a computer screen all day, blogging seemed like the perfect solution.

2) The Pioneer Woman. She inspires me, makes me laugh, and made me realize that blogging wasn’t necessarily an online journal in which I had to weep and moan and publicly gnash my teeth about various and sundry dramatic events in my life (this would have been problematic since there is no drama at this point). Blogging could be whatever you made it to be! There is a time for gnashing of teeth, but for me, that time is not now. Plus, the PW had killer step-by-step photographs for all her recipes which I was dying to emulate.

3) Photography. I had purchased my Nikon DSLR in February of 2010, and I suspected that blogging would be a wonderful outlet and a motivational kick-in-the-butt that would push me to become a better photographer. And it has! Please compare the following pictures, one from a recipe very early on, and two from more recent recipes.

This is a picture of Mush, from my first month of blogging . . . it’s not looking very appetizing, but ironically it’s my favorite recipe among all the ones I’ve posted. The picture: dark and underexposed, screwed up white balance (too heavy on the blues), sketchy focus.

And here’s a picture of my Shredded Brussel Sprouts from February, looking worlds better. Ah, the sweet smell of progress.

And that Mushroom Sage Pasta–oh heavens. I need to make that again soon.

I can’t wait to see where I am–photographically speaking–another year from now.

What have I learned from blogging?

1) The world of blogging, in general, is so extremely positive. A whole network of women, including old friends, family members, and bloggers I’ve never met face to face, leave the happiest and most motivating comments on a daily basis. Thank you ladies! And gents . . . the few of you that stumble around here.

2) I love writing. I love photography. I want to get better at both, and this is a great medium to do so!

3) I’ve learned about myself through this process. I’ve learned that it’s important for me to be engaged in creative endeavors–it makes me feel alive, and I believe that when I unleash my creativity (be it through day-to-day cooking, blogging, photography, writing, singing) I’m fulfilling some part of my Purpose in life (big ‘P’ purpose–you can read more about that here). Another point: I grew up in Spain, where sarcasm and pessimism reign supreme. Yes, Spaniards also like to party and are absolutely wonderful people, but there’s a cynical edge to the culture that is undeniable. It wasn’t until I moved to the States for college that I started to suspect I wasn’t actually a melancholy semi-depressed individual. I was pretty darn happy. I like being happy. I like seeing the good side of things. And I like sharing that happy-go-lucky attitude through my writing–an attitude whose feet (I hope and pray) are firmly planted on a deep eternal joy that comes straight from God. There’s no place for flimsy and ephimeral joy in a world that has so much pain and suffering–I want to have a hard-core joy. One that weathers life’s twists and turns and hurts and falls. It gives me a pick-me-up to write from that perspective, and I hope it gives you a pick-me-up to read it. I am an optimist with a firm foundation for that optimism, and blogging has really made that clear to me.

I could wax on and on–but instead, being that it’s my . . . argh! I told myself I wouldn’t use the world ‘blogiversary’ . . . year milestone (phew), I think I’m going to go have a fresh cup of coffee to celebrate. If you feel like reading some tidbits from the past, some of my favorite posts have been these 2 serials:

1) Erica’s wedding (parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

2) My trip to the Pioneer Woman’s ranch (parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)

Questions for the future of blogging:

1) How can I con my sisters into writing guest posts for me?

Erica and Heidi, please send your recommendations on that last question. I figure you can tell me how to con you better than anyone else out there.

It ain't easy being 6

I enjoyed sharing those pages from my 6-year-old journal so much last week . . . that I’m sharing more!

The day I made the original post, my cousin June commented: “I remember the Christmas of ’89 (I think) – the year we were all at Mama Kitty and Big Jake’s house for Christmas. You received a journal for Christmas, and were SOOOOOO excited. You ran to the stairs, sat down about halfway up the stairs, and started writing excitedly. I remember being impressed even then with your writing prowess.”

It was that Christmas that Mama Kitty donned a white teddy and all of us grandkids, dressed as little elves, posed with her for a picture.

So inspired by June to return to the very beginnings of my journaling life, this time, we’re taking it from the top. Starting on page 1. Get ready for an unedited barrage of emotion, exclamation points, and family angst. I even rooted through my old photo albums and I’m tossing in a couple pictures of the actual events I’m talking about. Get ready, get set . . . GO!

Hi I am Jenna, it is Dec. 25 1989. It is Christmas. Mon. There were lots of presents. It was real fun. I am at Big Jakes & Mama Kittys, Combo the cat to!

Dec 25, 1989. Monday. Vacaton it is grate great! I learnd how to talk on a walky talky! I was great! There was a party in the evening it was fun and I felt real real real real real good!

Mon., Dec. 25, 1989! I felt good that day, REALY GOOD!

The Christmas morning in question--can you spot me?

(Page 1)

I had to get up w  verey early Today. We were going to the nutckracker. Today is Tue. Dec. 26, 1989. I love love love love love the Nutckracker and we are going today!!!! I felt good. I am six. Heidi & Dad went to Emilys house Heidi was not going to the nutckracker. It is verey long. It keeps going till 12 O CLOCK at least. We will stay up up late! It will be fun! Dad is leaving after the nutckracker! I felt good!!!!

At the Nutcracker, in order from the front: Mom, Aunt Jacquie, Aunt Jessie, Mama Kitty. Wowza!

June and me at the ‘Nutckracker’ with Eleanor lurking in the background

(Page 2)

Today is Wed. Dec. 27, 1989. I hate Charlie. I got up late I loved it! We got to go sleding it was fun. There was a tobogan & a flying suaser, it was neet becouase mom tole toled a story about them it was neeter!!!!!!!!! My birthday is May 29, birthday’s are funfunfun!!!!!!!!!!!!! We got to see the Ambalangs new House and the Boys new fort! It was so neet! Oh Oh Oh. Jenna. POOPOOPOO! I felt good.

Is this the 'flying suaser'?

The hated Charlie right in front, with my Mom and the rest of the 'Ambalangs' behind.

(Page 1)

Today is Thurs., Dec. 28, 1989. I got up very very very very very verey vevey early. & I Hate geting up early. I ate very early to! I got up earlyer than I do for Shool! For Shool I get up at 7:15 or 7:00 or 7:100. We visited Viroqua it was great. I played with Aurora! We ate candy I feel bad, I am sory Twinky! Realy sorry! Jenna means little bird! I never knew that! Christmas is over I am sad! But not with all the toys!

Me, Aurora, Erica and Henry, making Christmas cookies. Erica is maneuvering a very tiny rolling pin.

(Page 2)

Today is Fri. Dec. 29, 1989. We are going sleding agan. I think it will be fun! Christmas is almoste ovor, it is sad. I mean Chrismas Vacactcon is ovor. We are going to go skateing sometime. I hav never gon  . . . skateing before. I hope it will be fun fun! OOps! I forgot Chrsmas vacatcon is’int all moste ovor I still have a weeck to go! It will I garenty be fun fun fun fun. I feel good.

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Today is is Sat. Dec. 30, 1989. Today we are going skateing it will be fun!! We snugeled in bed today, just mom & me! It was fun! Sometimes I just hate mom & DaD! I blew it! Sometimes every one is stupede & I hate! It is fun to be alive & not dead real fun! We got to wach a thousand shows it seemed like! I know a song that will GO fero – fero, O, baby let my pepol go! I felt good!

‘Skateing’!

(Page 2)

Today, is SUN. Dec. 31, 1989. I am at CHURCH!!!!!! I learned how to write like that from SCHOOL!!!! Thees !!!!!! from me!!! This ? from mom it is called ex question mark I now that is a verey long word! We went ice skateing yesterday I can’t belieave it! There is a honted House at Hallaween that is so scary! I got a real real star fish it was so neat, but it is not alive!!!! We got to see Fr. Frankinstine I no

I feell good!!!!!!!!

(Page 1)

Today is Mon. Jan 1, 1990. Yesterday wached littel Mermaid! It was SCARY! BUT NOT TO SCARY! I thought it would be scary and sad but it’s it’s end was happy! It is fun!

We are seeing a neet show! I have a special DOLL nameed EMILY!! NO!! YES EMILY! I want the Dolls KRISTIN, SAMANTHA, & MOLLY! Ther GOOD Girls! I REALYLY LIKE Them!!! I feel GOOD!!!

(Page 2)

Today is Jan. 2, 1989. It is hard to be a kid I wish I were 8, or, 9. I have to sisters, there names are, Erica & Heidi. W are 6, 4, & 2. My hole Faily in ORDER is Richard, Katherine, Jem Jenna, Erica, Heidi. We have fun together! I am sorry, OH I made a tent my self!!!!! It was easy meber Jan 2. I felt GOOD!!

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Today is Friday, Jan. 5, 1990. We left MaMa Kittys and, Big Jakes, & & COMBO KITTYs. I miss every thing. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, just think ing about it makes me sad. Oh Oh Oh how sad. Poo poo poo. I can play 4 songs on the piano, Which means soft. SORRY DARK OOOOO. I feel, Bad.

This is what I was missing: undivided attention!

(Page 2)

Today is SAT. Jan. 6, 1990 We got home today we went to Aunty Jacquia and Uncle Loo’s! It was fun. There name’s are Jacquia, Loo, Eleanor, June, & Will. There is a stuped song. I hat dos as I’m justa rag dolley! It’s so stuped it is a baby song. I feel Good–and God love eth me.