Out with the old and in with the new, and blue!
Happy New Year, 0.3 readers who still read my blog!
Allow me to re-introduce myself. I am The Maven. I'm 31. Not only am I 31 but I have white hair that I have to dye on a regular basis so that I don't look 51. The reason I have white hair and have physically and emotionally aged decades beyond my years is because of the following things:
1. We have three children. Two were surprises (Shock! Grey hair!) and one took five years to conceive and carry to term (Stressful! Grey hair!)
2. I'm married to Geekster and as he's mellowed with age, I've become a stressball. I guess he completes me like Tom Cruise completed Renee Zellweger. I can't stand either of those celebrities so that stresses me out even more that I would have to compare my marriage to them.
3. I have a pretty much broken dryer (it takes about three hours to dry a load) and a family of five to do laundry for.
4. I have a new washer and dryer set that is arriving on Thursday. Why does this stress me out? Because today is Tuesday, that's why.
5. I have a cat who has taken to urinating on a dirty clothes pile in my room.
6. Sometimes I want to kick my cat. I don't, but I want to. That's guilt-inducing and it leads to more stress and bottles of hair dye.
7. I have a blog that I think about posting in every day but I don't because I'm a perfectionist and therefore want to make perfect posts on my perfect blog. So I just don't write anything at all and then everyone bugs me about why I'm not blogging. So now I've decided I'm just going to blog all the time, even when I know my post will have some serious suckage because...
8. As of tomorrow I actually truly for really real start my career as a writer. If I can, you know, find some contracts. And um... time. That time stuff I never seem to have enough of.
9. I'm an alcoholic. A sober one. I haven't had a drink in 16 years. I do, however, love food a little too much. So now I'm seeing a therapist and doing pilates. Stress.
10. I suppose I should stop at ten because it's a nice number to stop at. Also, it allows me to go get some apple and raspberry crisp. Second helping. Hey, I'm hungry after doing pilates, ok?
I have so much to catch the world up on now that I'm blogging again. What on earth did everyone talk about while I was keeping quiet?
Oh, right. Britney...
Happy New Year!
Allow me to re-introduce myself. I am The Maven. I'm 31. Not only am I 31 but I have white hair that I have to dye on a regular basis so that I don't look 51. The reason I have white hair and have physically and emotionally aged decades beyond my years is because of the following things:
1. We have three children. Two were surprises (Shock! Grey hair!) and one took five years to conceive and carry to term (Stressful! Grey hair!)
2. I'm married to Geekster and as he's mellowed with age, I've become a stressball. I guess he completes me like Tom Cruise completed Renee Zellweger. I can't stand either of those celebrities so that stresses me out even more that I would have to compare my marriage to them.
3. I have a pretty much broken dryer (it takes about three hours to dry a load) and a family of five to do laundry for.
4. I have a new washer and dryer set that is arriving on Thursday. Why does this stress me out? Because today is Tuesday, that's why.
5. I have a cat who has taken to urinating on a dirty clothes pile in my room.
6. Sometimes I want to kick my cat. I don't, but I want to. That's guilt-inducing and it leads to more stress and bottles of hair dye.
7. I have a blog that I think about posting in every day but I don't because I'm a perfectionist and therefore want to make perfect posts on my perfect blog. So I just don't write anything at all and then everyone bugs me about why I'm not blogging. So now I've decided I'm just going to blog all the time, even when I know my post will have some serious suckage because...
8. As of tomorrow I actually truly for really real start my career as a writer. If I can, you know, find some contracts. And um... time. That time stuff I never seem to have enough of.
9. I'm an alcoholic. A sober one. I haven't had a drink in 16 years. I do, however, love food a little too much. So now I'm seeing a therapist and doing pilates. Stress.
10. I suppose I should stop at ten because it's a nice number to stop at. Also, it allows me to go get some apple and raspberry crisp. Second helping. Hey, I'm hungry after doing pilates, ok?
I have so much to catch the world up on now that I'm blogging again. What on earth did everyone talk about while I was keeping quiet?
Oh, right. Britney...
Happy New Year!