It is Sunday night and I am finally sitting here at my friend and mentor's house, Dan Smith, writing my first blog. I have had this idea for a blog for a while and it is Dan who has completely encouraged me to move unabashedly forward with it. He was my instructor for an essay class I took several years ago in Roanoke and there he taught us to let our hair down and not really care about what others think of who we are and what we write about. I said, "Are you sure Dan I won't get fired for writing about this (this being the night I fell asleep and woke up in my friend's prom dress)." He said, "Trina, sometimes you just have to take a chance and say the hell with it."
As a result I am writing a blog about my escapades rehabilitating my old farmhouse and the things that happen to one in life..on the periphery. I hope you enjoy it and more than anything laugh a lot.
(Graphic: Travelpod)
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