Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Before I say that, let me start with this (again)...

[Before my two fans get deja-vu, this is a repost of my second-ever blog post. It’s time for a remix.]

Any [re]new[ed] beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

With my first post less than 4 years old, I've heard the same question a solid two times.

You really used to write a blog...what was it about?

To answer that, let me instead explain what it was not about. Annoying, I know. But, at least I'm not answering the question with a question. #eyeroll

5. It's not targeted towards my two biggest (and only) fans.

When it comes to even small accomplishments, my mom and sister are my two biggest fans. And let's face it, after I give up on hounding my friends and co-workers to read this...my mom and sister may be my only readers. Regardless, this won't be geared towards them. There is only so much I can post about Dr. Pepper, Tom Selleck, and myself. Those are a few of their favorite things, obviously.

4. It's not people-pleasing.

Hopefully your first clue was in the web address. But, incase you somehow missed it, the tone of this blog is snark. In short, that means it will be a little critical and, based on caffeine-level, it may be a bit cranky. Overall, it's not meant to be offensive. This simple site is not a virtual soapbox. Go to Facebook for that nonsense. Better yet, visit the comments section of your preferred news site...bet you'll find some crazies hanging out there. Don’t come here looking for the drama you miss from high school.

3. It's not going to stay inside a neat little box.

Life is messy. I often say to my husband, I know I do some things wrong...but there is a lot of things I do right. The same holds true here.

Despite my best efforts, I'm still human. No matter how many spiders I let bite me, radioactive sludge I bathe in, or improvements I make to my utility belt...people still are not referring to me as superhuman or a hero. Crazy, I know. I save my toddler from electrocution, suffocation, dehydration, and malnutrition on a daily basis. Each day I survive, I certainly feel pretty superhuman.

It's called human error for a reason, and I help define that every day. If you don't make at least one non-crucial error each day, you're probably not doing enough.

1. It's not always going to fall into your definition of trendy.

Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty hip.

Are people still saying 'hip'?

I wear crop pants or yoga pants every day, and it isn't only because I bought several pairs of my favorite jeans from Target (they are pull-on...down with buttons and zippers). When I'm feeling particularly hipster, I break out my blue-light, horn-rimmed lenses and read The New Yorker on my iPad, while drinking Starbucks to be ironic.

All that said, Tom Selleck drinks Dr. Pepper every time we chat. Love you, Mom and Miranda!

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