Watch me have no idea what I'm doing. Or, Day 1.

So I need to find a book. 

Something along the lines of “Starting a blog for Dummies”. I’m sure someone has written it, there is a For Dummies book for everything now days. I once bought a book called “Training Dachshunds for Dummies”. Seriously. I knew at the time that they just cut and pasted the word ‘dachshund’ on the cover from the Poodle book and charged $25 for it…but I bought it anyway. Because I am a sucker. My dachshund now prances around on her hind legs, has a stupid haircut and speaks with a French accent, but that’s normal right?

Anywho..

Back to the blog.

So I decided I want to start a blog because I think I am THAT interesting. Kidding. I am not. I am not that interesting I mean, not the kidding part.

Ugh, this blogging thing is hard.

Back to work. I should probably introduce myself...

So this is me, in a nutshell:

Help! I’m in a nutshell!

Ta-da! That was my Austin Powers impersonation. So as you can see I’m really funny. Actually, my sister-in-law Sarah (I just made you famous Sarah! You’re welcome!) told me once that I am funnier on the Internet than I am in person. Therefore, you are in luck.

Okay, more about me…

I am a stay at home mama to a 9 month old baby girl, Boogie, and the other half to which I am better, is my dream boat Rutherford. (Names changed to protect the innocent.)

I am also personal slave to 2 miniature wiener dogs, hence the For Dummies book. We will, furthermore, refer to them as the fat one and the little one. They have actual names but even at home on a daily basis, we call them this. 

We live in the suburbs of Phoenix. Yeah, half the time we don’t know why either but it is lovely in the fall, winter and spring if you can survive the summer with all it’s scorpions, rattlesnakes and 120 degree heat. So. Not. Kidding.

I could go on and on....but I will spare you all the boring parts about how I am terrible at running and yet am planning on doing a marathon (WTH!), I HATE BIRDS and miniature golf courses make me want to jump off a bridge. What is up with those anyway? The best part about golf is swinging the club as hard as you can. You can't do that at a miniature golf course unless you want to take out someone grandma and a tiny version of the Sphinx. Dumb. 

In the end I cannot guarantee that I will blog every day, or every week for that matter. I do have a life, kinda. And I cannot guarantee that it will be even the slightest bit interesting to anyone but myself. But I can promise that it will be real, it is my life after all. I see having a blog as part personal diary, part therapy and part stand up comedy. Some days will be more of one and less of the others and every now and then I will throw in some helpful tidbits of advice or interesting information I come across.

I'm sure I will evolve and get more interesting with every post and maybe someday have millions of faithful followers. Until then, constructive criticism is welcome, however, I am a delicate flower so be kind. :) .

Here I go, guess there's no turning back now....