Let's try this again

I am venturing back into the world of blogging. How many times have I "re-worked" a blog - I have no idea! This time, I am back.. and I am taking it much more seriously. I happen to have two other areas where I share my thoughts. 1. - Facebook. I tend to post random vents, surveys and fun little lyrical pieces. Nothing too serious. I have many friends on Facebook - and I seriously have to screen and filter what I put on there. 2. Myspace - yes, I went back to Myspace after a 1.5 year hiatus. I figured, now that everyone transferred to Facebook, I would have a private little corner of the net where I could be creative and post fun items. (Unlike the option with Facebook.) I also think it is easier to randomly make friends from all over the world - with no questions asked. Facebook - you just don't do that. 3. Then I have this - blogspot. I have decided to use this site as a place to keep a personal "column" of sorts. My views on life and what not. Myspace, is more like my personal journal. Facebook is just a place for comments.

So - here I am.

The topic I want to talk about today is this - Turning fountains various colors. Why in the world do we get so excited when we see water dyed? What do we giggle over florescent colored martinis? Why do we get giddy when rivers are dyed for a festival?

Today - paid to have the fountain in Linn Park turned green. Now, it wasn't a random thing I did - I actually had a Heart Walk there. Well.. not me alone - but my team at AHA. A couple of weeks ago, I was walking thru the park at lunch, and Yasser and I noticed it was turned pink for Breast Cancer Awareness. Since our cause is "green" - I decided it just HAD to be green.

Now - why in the world is this necessary. One easy answer - it gives people something to talk about. Simple as that. But for me - it's more than that - I get EXCITED when I see items dyed. I love the way an apple martini glows on the counter of a bar. I love to see snow cones and the various syrups poured on them - I think a pitcher of pink lemonade is just the cutest thing since ballet slippers.

Why?

I guess it's the little girl in me. I was always drawn to color. Still am. I am afraid that if I were given a carte blanche to decorate as I wanted, I am sure my home would look like something from rainbow brites closet.

*sigh*

Until next time...