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I am attempting once again to be a part of the blogging community because I love it so much and miss it like crazy. I have clearly been absent for some time but what the hell, I’m giving it another go.

My life is a series of days strung together that have created who I am today. Who is that you ask? I don’t know, I’m still trying to figure that out…actually I’m tired of trying to figure it out and I’ve decided to just be who I am.

I recently had a revelation of which I have decided I do not want to be a grown up anymore. I’ve decided I just want to sit at home on my computer all day and write stories. Oh and drink banana flavored rum…not ALL day, just some of the day. And maybe I’ll clean up the house every now and then but we’ll see.

I am 39 years old with kids 21 and 16 and it’s somewhat questionable as to whether or not I have failed miserably. I figure I’d tell you that right off the bat so you have no preconceived notions about me being a cute little 24 year old stumbling my way to adulthood while learning how to budget and manage money in my new experiences out in the “real world.” But you may think that sometimes with some of the stories you may read here.

So there’s that.

I don’t do well in the “real” work force world. I always start to think I can run things better than the boss (because I can) and they don’t take very kindly to that most of the time. So I figure if I could just entertain you all the time and somehow magically make enough money to pay some bills, then everything will be unicorns and rainbows on my side of the world. I mean, why not?

But in my defense I’ve made a valiant effort for the last 21 years to be as normal as possible and have a “real job.” It’s just not in the stars for me. I’ve raised my kids, paid my bills, kept roofs over everyone’s head, food in everyone’s tummies and even some camping and fun stuff in between. Oh, and clothes on our backs (because I’m pretty sure it would be frowned upon if we ran around naked all the time).

In my quest for a real job, one that I might actually enjoy, I have acquired more certifications than the catholic church has little boys. But at 36 I decided to get an actual degree. I went back to college in an attempt to fool my brain into thinking that if it had a degree it would still want to work in the real world. But apparently my resume doesn’t have the right key words to catch the attention of the molecules in cyberspace so that I can receive a damn phone call for an interview somewhere!

This to me is a sign from the universe that I’m no longer supposed to be employed by anyone else and I’m just supposed to stay home and surf the Internet all day and write stories for you. Yaaaaaaayyyyyy!! Thanks Universe, it’s what I’ve always wanted! Heyyyo.

So here I am, trying to revive my blog because I am giving up looking for a traditional job. I have decided this is my job (where I make no money), but maybe I’ll become famous and then I can make money, or at least I can become a spokesperson for all the starving children in some other country that isn’t my country. Or something.

Oh, I don’t want to fail to mention that I reside with the most wonderful man on the planet earth a/k/a The Responsible One. And yes he can drive me completely bat-shit-crazy sometimes, but he’s pretty fabulous as a whole.

I also feel the responsibility to warn you that I have internal fights with myself that will end up making it to this blog eventually and I do say fuck sometimes, so if you are offended by swearing, this might not be the place for you. I will not mean to offend you but let’s face it I can’t please everybody. Just sayin’.

So welcome to my world and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Warning: I wasn’t the best teenager on the planet but I did have a great time living out the discombobulating times of teen hood. So those of you with weak stomachs or no sense of humor may want to avoid this blog. Also, some of the stories here will be present day and I feel the need to tell you this because you may not know the difference between the teenage me and the grown-up me.

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