A girlfriend and I were chatting this week over email about blogs we like/dislike, and perhaps because we're so similar, we both quickly agreed that we have no time for bloggers who present a squeeky-clean, happy-go-lucky, everything's perfect, isn't my life fabulous image every.darn.day.on.their.blogs. I am sorry if this revelation offends any of you, but let me explain.
My life is not perfect. (Hey, newsflash! Yours isn't either. That's why we're human and we need each other.) This blog, more than anything else, is an place for me to document and share the ups and downs of TAH, our new life after the move, and hopefully a new little home to call our own.
However, I don't think I'd be doing you or me (remember, this is my blog) any justice if I left out all the unhappy/poo-poo moments of my life. That's why I've shared posts about splitting my jeans getting out of the car, being scared and apprehensive about moving and feeling homesick and missing friends.
And the girlfriend I mentioned earlier? She earned some serious street cred in my blog reading list when she posted a picture of herself, passed out on the floor in a dog bed, with a monogramed stryofoam cup of wine in her hand. Life is not always wine tasting in Napa in twinsets and pearls. Sometimes its getting drunk at home and passing out in the dog bed.
For those of you who know me IRL, I make it a point to find humor in everything. The good and the bad. Which is why I often laugh at the most inappropriate situations/moments and even when I'm having a bad day, you'll often hear me say "This will be funny at some point, not quite yet, but some point."
So, I'll conclude my mini soap box with this. I love writing about my personal ups, and I certainly love reading all of your ups. But I have my downs, and I promise I'll share them in honest, candid detail, as long as you promise to share yours too. Mmmkay?