I figure if I’m going to be a mess I might as well be a hot mess
— Mindy Kaling
With my birthday fast approaching I’m asking “what do I want to do with my life.” Normal right? Well if I was 18 or 25 maybe but 50? I haven’t figured it out in 50 years, so I’m guessing it won’t happen anytime soon either. In the meantime, why not, you know, do something! Oh sure, I do a lot of stuff like everyone else…work, kids, f’ing laundry…but I really hope my purpose on this planet is not laundry!
Truth be told, I never thought I’d be the blog kinda person. It wasn’t until I had lunch a few weeks ago with my dear friend Brinda who said to me “you should blog! You have so much to share…kids, work, decorating, crafts!” And then I ran the idea past another friend who also said “yes! that would be hysterical, I would totally read that!” Although, I’m not sure that was a compliment as I’m still being teased about the recent accidental catnapping of the apparently ‘not homeless kitty’.
So when I think about bloggers, I picture those perfect Pinterest parents and ponder my potential? And yes, I did just watch Mr Popper’s Penguins the other night. I realized I’m not like those women—I make a mess in the kitchen, I trip all the time, I spill stuff, I broke my wrist hanging pictures because I didn’t want to wait for my 6’4 husband to get home. This is me (I am brave, I brave I am bold, I am who I’m supposed to be, this is me—anyone else obsessed with the Greatest Showman?? Of course you are, it’s awesome!).
And then there’s that thing about ‘putting myself out there’. I’m pretty much an open book, at least with my friends. But the internet, that’s like forever? What if I make a fool of myself? Do I have to post pics of me? What about video?? Everyone knows the camera adds 30 lbs! Or was that the ice cream? I always get those two confused!
I guess what I’m saying is…I am practically perfectly imperfect in every way possible—think Mary Poppins worst nightmare (wow, ‘p’words are fun! phun?). But hey, if you’re going to be weird, be confident!
An Accidental Catnapping
I am a cat-napper. An accidental cap-napper…really, it was a mistake! Although my friends will never let me live this down, let me explain how this happened. Earlier this year a family in the neighborhood moved and couldn’t take their tabby cat Jessie, so they abandoned her. The new homeowner was allergic and another neighbor…
Isolation Revelations
Hi, yeah, it’s been awhile. If only I had a few months inside to write! I mean, it would be rude of me to make my husband binge watch alone! Being stuck inside with the ones you love isn’t always easy—you know what I’m talking about! It’s not all that bad though, I’ve had a…
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This is me….the perfectly imperfect woman. 