They always say the best ideas come to you in the shower. Man, have I had some AWESOME ideas in the shower. So awesome, in fact, that I've shampoo'd my hair twice because I've been too busy daydreaming about becoming drop dead wealthy, and sexy, from these brilliant bursts. I know you know what I'm talking about. Now, do you think I could remember any of these ingenious thoughts? Hah.
What I do remember though, is how these ideas made me feel. For whatever reason, the combination of hot water hitting my skin after a long day at the office awakes the right side of my brain, equivalent of washing down a beavertail with a nice hot chocolate. Delicious brain stimulating bliss. But how can I get this feeling outside of my steamy bathroom? I began to realize that one of my reoccurring fantasies was to have a blog. The very idea of being able to write, share, and connect with other strange ducks is the very creative outlet I have been longing for. This blog can be my very own Kilaloe Sunrise on demand. A catalog of mental jewels. And don't every girl love a diamond!
I'm still going to end up shaving my right leg more often than my left and I always seem to go through my shampoo twice as fast as my conditioner but now I'll feel like I'm not constantly letting the ideas go down the drain. Having a blog will be a reminder to constantly think a little outside the box, get weird, daydream up impossible scenarios and ignore the people who are staring, waiting for me to blink. If I can encourage someone to have a strange thought after reading my blog, then I've succeeded.
I've spent some time trying to figure out what my 'angle' will be. What will I write about? What makes me unique? What will get readers coming back for more? I'm not very artistic so you probably won't see cool pictures. (see picture below). I can't sing, dance, or make any sort of music besides blowing on a blade of grass. I fuck up most crafts I attempt and sometimes the garbage can tastes more of the dinners I make than my boyfriend does. But the one thing that I am, and can be really good at, is Canadian. I've gotta embrace it as there is no way I would be able to deny it, I'm such a goddamn Canuck. My parents are avid curlers, I own several plaid shirts, and after a pint or two of Labatt 50, the way I pronounce 'Food Basics' (think: Fude Bay-sics) even the U.S. border patrol would let me cross without a passport. I am that Canadian.
So stay tuned for ridiculous ideas, discussions about local happenings, and good ol' Canadian quirks that I hope most of you will be able to relate to. I welcome comments, suggestions, and open discussions.
Stay cozy,
Alyssa
