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Friendly Fire

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 I've been after my sister for ages and ages to enter the mildly entertaining and highly useful art of online journaling, also known to all us geeks as blogging, and I'm proud to say that I've finally succeeded.  She has a lot of interesting insights into life, all things glamorous and creative, and I am looking forward to watching her figure out all the cool benefits you can have from writing it out for others to experience.

The other major plus for me is that she will make me keep up on my own, a friendly adult competition that will not come to an end.  At least, I hope it lasts years and years.  Also, I won't lose by her getting tired of my antics and locking me outside!

My sister, Michelle, is a creative type, much like myself.  She's a hair stylist, a wife, a sister, a daughter.  She's grace under pressure, an icon I have striven to live up to my entire life.  Even now, she's an enigma and an open book to me.  She has kept our family strong; a matriarch when nobody else would step up to the plate. (In our family, our joke is she's the matriarch and I'm the glue... wait, maybe that's only funny to me...)  I'm looking forward to her journey almost as much as I enjoy the idea of the commonality I will now have with her, even if we do it for different reasons.  If you want to get to know her, you can find her neo-cowgirl blog at Don't Fence Me In.  I'm sure you'll find her as entertaining as I do.
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Don't Fence Me In said…
Thank you for this fantastic intro! I, as scary as it sounds, am currently looking for a blogger app on my iphone. Mic, meet your inner nerd. Nice to meet you =)
August 12, 2011 at 5:35 PM
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