up until recently, was thee most popular post on the bloggity blog.
Besides it leaving me scratching my head, going, "Why??" I also wanted to yell,
"DON'T MAKE THIS!! THERE WILL BE CONVERSATION HEARTS ALL OVER YOUR ENTRY WAY EVERYTIME YOU OPEN YOUR DOOR!"
I'm nothing if not real with ya. It was a hunk a junk. As are most things I crapt.
Anyways. . .
I've shared the embarrassing truth that I'm a big time journaler before.
I've got a stack of journals. That's just me.
I've also shared that I am a picture snapping/loving freak before, too.
It's part of my mental situation.
So what am I saying?
I'm saying, I love to write. I'm saying I'm just a girl who occasionally writes about crap.
Literally and figuratively.
I'm saying I overuse italics.
I'm saying I like to chat about whatever blows my skirt up.
I'm saying I gotsta keep it real.
I'm saying this is all me. Me me me me me me. Me.
I'm saying that I also like to occasionally make crap.
And build crap.
And use massive amounts of molding.
And fauxhawk my children.
And I'm hoping you'll forgive me for that.
Not just the fauxhawk. The whole "Not a craft blog" dealy-o.
See, if I felt pressure to come up with stuff to blog about, I know me.
It would suck the fun out of blogging. It wouldn't be fun anymore to always just "come up with a craft so I can blog".
This blog would die a quick death if I focused solely on my crapting, and being a "crafter". Frankly, I don't know how craft/decorating blogs do it. I don't know how they can keep that up for long, wondering "What will I do next week?"
So I hope you don't mind that you get a whole lotta real me.
And kid's poo faces.
Maybe occasionally a robot shirt thrown in there.
And little boys in tutus.
And oftentimes a whole lotta half-nudity.
Occasionally a mental breakdown thrown in there, too. (Oh. . .hey! Happy Mother's Day! Read about my motherly mental breakdown!!)
Maybe all a that's what you're here for.
But if you're not,
my sincerest apologies.