Music and the Messy House
I've got my training wheels on and, though I'm still shaky, I'm spinning a little faster today down this spirally Blog Blvd. Just learned how to add music. (Check out the playlist below.) In looking at the already... eclectic mix here, I'm realizing that a playlist can pretty accurately describe one's personality. Or, at the very least, one can gather from this collection that I am... hmm... an eclectic, romantic wanderlust with a penchant for the occasional F word. Sums it up quite nicely, I think.
Anyway, a few things:
Anyway, a few things:
- This blog is not going to be one of those beautiful tributes to one's family. The ones that make me wistful for that 100% blissful attitude I can never seem to summon up for an entire paragraph, let alone dedicate to an entire blog... (Read: I think profanity in small doses is lovely, if not entirely necessary, and I do sometimes tend to walk the line of sharing too much.) I love my family dearly, and they know that. And if I want to tell AJ how insanely adorable I think he is when he says "I love you soooo much" while smacking his sister's larynx and drawing on the couch with a brownie, I'll tell him in person. With some Spray-&-Wash. I just wouldn't be honest if I didn't mention the tough (and embarassing) things. That's just me.
- And along those lines, I refuse to make this all about me. Because I very much like you. I see you there, reading this post. Wondering if it's worth it to return to this silly pointless blog. I will try to make it worth it. I promise. I am, however, apologizing and laughing in advance for the silliness of blogs. This one included. Just writing about this is making me think: Who cares?? Jen's not an astrophysicist. Is she going to teach me the five top reasons to buy in the current real estate market? I think not. (Though my boss can.) Will she share with us all of the secrets of successful entrepreneurs? Hells to the no. (<--If you find that blog, though, please let me know.) She has no secrets to the universe. She can't answer my financial questions. (Heh. Understatement.) Hell, she's not even a good dancer. Is this simply Jen's Very Own Therapy Session in "heh-heh-let's-call-it-a-blog" format? Good question, dear reader. Probably. Perhaps that's what it's all about. And I think that's pretty damn cool. I do plan on adding this blog to my new biz website eventually - and that's going to be exciting stuff. I do promise that. But for now, let's stick to Jen's Therapy Session. With feedback, I hope.
- Oh, this post was going to be about messy houses. I'll abbreviate: Moms with messy homes have more fun. There. That topic's covered.