Why I Write…

I’ve seen lots of articles, conversations, etc lately blaming social media for just about everything you can think of. Divorce, adultery, neglecting your children, promoting your children and so on. Ad nauseam. Quite frankly, I think it’s a bit of a cop out.

I started this blog, a hundred years ago. For reasons I’ve mostly forgotten. Except for one. The big one. The main one. I like to write. Pure and simple. I never thought about making money. I just wrote. About all sorts of stuff. All the times. And then as time went on life kind of intervened. Or maybe it was that third child. Who knows? I just stopped writing. Every so often I’d get a semi wild hair and post sporadically, and then off the grid again. It was just life, man.

I never once, in all these years, used my blog to validate myself. Or my opinions. Or really anything, for that matter. I just wrote about whatever was on my mind at the time. I tried to be honest and real. Not for anyone in particular. Just for myself. Because I enjoyed it. Because I could.

This year I’m turning 40. And I’m excited. I’m trying new things and I’m being brave in ways I’ve never been before. Last week I took the Jeopardy online test, and rocked it. In two weeks I’m doing a 5k with some girlfriends. The first of twelve, one a month. It will probably kill me dead, but I’m doing it. Happily and joyfully. As I’ve said before, my time might not be very good but it ain’t gonna get any better on the couch! This is the Year of Me and I am loving it. I’m also slowly rediscovering my love of writing. Not because I have to, but because I finally feel like I have something to say again.

All that having been said, I love social media. It allows me to keep up with friends and family who live far away. They get to see pictures of the boys as they grow up. It makes my heart happy. I don’t think I post things on there for reactions, attention or personal validation either. For me, it’s fun and silly, and a chance to talk to my friends. I’m not neglecting my children, nor do I feel I’m promoting them. I’m just being a SAHM. I do homework with my boys, we eat dinner together every night, we play outside, we also do fun crafts/experiments together, and a multitude of other things. Trust me when I tell you, I’m as IN the moment with them as you can get. I’m fully aware that they are only this age for a short time, and its time I can never get back. I get it. I get it and it slightly depresses the hell out of me because time is passing too damn fast for me.

I’m just trying to hang on and enjoy the ride, y’all…


Acne, Aging and Hot Flashes…Oh My.

I turned 39 this year. And I’m completely fine with that. Truly. I’ve always been the kind of girl who loves her birthday. I start a countdown on May 26th. Seriously. And there might even be a song. Which, unless you are a member of my immediate family, you will not have the pleasure of hearing any time soon. It’s that good.

Anyhoozle, so the getting older thing really does not faze me. I’m not a sun worshipper, in fact I fry like a chicken at pretty much the mention of the word sun. True story, y’all. I don’t feel like I look 39. And I have been told, numerous times and by people who are not in fact related to me, that I easily pass for early 30’s. Not that I’m vain, or anything. Much. I just think it’s a good thing. I try really hard to take care of my skin. I moisturize fiendishly. I’m careful with what I use on it. I generally try to be as loving as I can, especially to my face. It’s delicate, y’all. You have to treat it as such. Stop laughing. I’m serious. Cow.

So imagine my horror upon awakening one day last week, only to discover the MUTHA of all breakouts. Over my entire face. Apparently, my face missed the memo about turning 39. I don’t think it was this bad when I was 13. I tried for several days to get rid of it without having to resort to the bad stuff. But it would not go away. So I broke down and bought a “Cleansing System”. Which dries my face out something fierce. I get that’s prolly the whole point. But good grief. The Sahara has more moisture in it than my face does. It is working though. And you have no idea how happy that makes me. A couple more days of it and I can go out in public again! Kidding. I’ve been out. I’ve not been thrilled about being out, but I have been out and about.

I think part of the reason my face went so cray cray would be the recent surge in hot flashes and hormones. I am a complete lunatic over here. Before you say it, no I am not too young for hot flashes. All the women in my family go through menopause early. Good freaking times. Fair skin, big boobs and early menopause. Helluva combo, right? I’m in the midst of researching natural remedies, etc. I’m taking an OTC pill my mother recommended, it’s still too early to tell if it’s really working. We shall see…

It’s a party over here every day, y’all. Who’s in charge of the dip?