So here we are ... the start of something new. My #1 goal for this year (and every year) is to improve communication with my friends and family. Obviously, I have failed in the past. Lots of you have suggested that I start a blog, so, well, here goes!
So, the title of my blog is "Crazy Cakes Tales from Awesomesauce Town." Why's that, you ask? Well...because my life is crazy, but also kind of awesome. A lot of the time. (And also because it's a little less offensive than "Holy Shitballs, Be Glad This Isn't Your Life!") And we use the phrases "Crazy Cakes" and "Awesomesauce" prolifically at our house. Well, at least *I* do. Oh, and I bake cupcakes & cakes & bars & cookies & ... did I mention I'm obese? Well, I pretty much am. Anyways, I don't bake as a business because, honestly, I can't handle the pressure of having to be perfect. So it's more of a hobby, something I do for fun, for my kids birthdays and sometimes for family events.
I have, on occasion, done some baking as a favor to friends, who do pay me. But it's not a business venture I'm interested in pursuing. Because I have this annoying trait of expecting so much from myself and then beating myself up when I don't meet my own (usually unrealistic) expectations. I'm also working on that this year. But seriously - can you imagine screwing up the cupcakes ordered for a wedding? Or a fun birthday party? I'm not nearly talented enough at the decorating part to handle that kind of pressure ... I make tasty cakes, but they aren't always the prettiest ;)
Gaaaaawd, now I'm using emoji's in my blog. I'm such a cliche! And I'm totally off topic!!
Wait, what was my topic?? Right. The blog.
So what, exactly, do I hope to accomplish with this blog? In all honesty - I don't know! I think I'd like to foster a community of other "good enough" type people. Where we can share our life failures and our successes - where I can share crazy crap that happens in my world - and you can share yours. Deal? Deal! (Totally stole that from my BFF - shout out to Ang!).
Most of you know me already. You know I'm crazy, my husband is crazy, and, well, crazy breeds crazy 'cuz now we have 3 crazy kiddos. Crazy in the best possible - and least dangerous - sense of the word. We're loud. So loud. So fucking loud. My kids' laughs are always the loudest. And kind of obnoxious. But I love them so much. Currently, the children are 9 (boy), 7 (girl) and 4 (boy). There will be no more. Three is enough! We're busy in the sense that we are always doing our best to keep the kids alive - and it turns out, that's actually harder than you'd think it would be. I joke. Kind of. We're not busy (yet) with activities and playdates and all those things. I'll maybe go into more detail, but for the most part, the oldest child isn't in to doing much of that, the middle child would do everything under the sun if our budget allowed, and the youngest is not in school yet, so he doesn't have any friends anyways. For now, I'm enjoying the current level of busy that we're experiencing, because I know it's going to get so much worse as they get older. They are the loves of my life, even though they make me crazy. I've never know something to be so exasperating, frustrating, amazing, incredible, terrifying, overwhelming, terrible and wonderful all at once - until I became a parent. That old roller coaster cliche from the moving "Parenthood" is so freaking true.
Things I love: my children...my husband...hoodies...jeans...hiking boots...nature...COFFEE!! (elixir of the Gods, aka: the thing that keeps me from killing people!)...diet soda (don't judge!)...music...ellipses...the Oxford comma...chocolate...reading...crafting (didn't say I was good at it, though)...Halloween...friends...my family...movies...beer...rum...wine...Southern Comfort...Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey Whiskey...America...my grandparents...my aunts & uncles & cousins...being an aunt...this list is not in any order of specific preference of things I love - if it were, coffee would be at the top :) ... I love a lot of things. I don't hate much - mostly ignorance and stupidity (both of which I also display occasionally!). I hate snot. It's the one bodily fluid that I can't handle. I can deal with puke (it's gross, but I can deal with it). I can deal with pee and poop. But my daughter has a nasty habit of getting the walrus look post-sneeze, and it makes me gag. I don't get it either, but ugh. Just thinking about it makes me queasy. I hate getting my eyes checked (I have a horrible and irrational eye phobia - not of eyes, but of something happening to my eyes - and I have a mini panic attack when they have to shoot the air puff into my eye - I cry and it takes like 4 or 5 attempts to get it done. Pretty sure my chart there reads "C-R-A-Z-Y" in big bold letters). I really, really hate cancer and Alzheimer's disease/dementia. Both of these things suck and take too many people away from us. I really, really hate that. I also hate spiders. With a passion. They should pretty much all die. Unless they eat mosquitoes, in which case they can hang around, outside, and hopefully not be those big ass furry spiders that live in places I will never, ever visit. And I also truly believe turkeys deserve to die, so PETA will probably protest this blog if it ever gets well-known.
I'm off-topic again. That will happen. Frequently.
I have no real mission with this. Just giving it a shot to see what happens. Thanks for visiting!
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