whatever, whenever.

I’ll just get right to the point. I have no idea what I’m doing or why I’m dipping my toes into the blogosphere. I have no grand vision for this blog. I find myself compelled to write, yet feeling so constricted by the thought of packing my life into a tidy little box with picture perfect, um, pictures, and flawless, eh, er, um, grammar?

couscous

I just need a place to unwind at the end of the day. A place to post pictures of my kids taking a bath with a giant turd, or my car door smothered in lip gloss, or a full pot of couscous overturned on the kitchen floor. Or, on a less interesting day, pictures of flowers and bunnies and trees. I’m creating a space for myself, here, to tap out my frustrations on the keyboard, to muse about the happier things in life, to bookmark interesting research, to rant, to rave, to write whatever I feel like writing whenever I feel like writing it. No pressure to succeed and no fear of failure. So that’s it. That’s what this blog is about. Nothing in particular. It’s very likely that I will not follow through with this blog, I may not update regularly, I could have a midnight panic attack any day now and make this whole stupid blog private… but, until then… here I am, and here you are, so let’s get acquainted, shall we?

Leave me a comment below with a story about a time where something went horrendously wrong and you found yourself laughing at the absurdity of it. Or, a time when something went ridiculously perfect and all you could do was cry. Those are the best kinds of stories, and I’m really in the mood for a good story, so leave your comment below. You might even win a prize, but I’m not promising anything, and “prize” is a relatively subjective term, wouldn’t you agree? I digress. Comment below! Pretty please, with a cherry on top. Don’t make me beg. Oops, too late.