Why I am here.

I am thirty. And let me tell you, thirty… fucking is ridiculous. I am expected to act a certain way, be a career woman, be a fantastic mom and wife and own a home. Most days I have no idea what I am doing and tend to battle reality with a thick layer of sarcasm. It works. I am a firm believer in the “say it and believe it” bullshit method. If I don’t know what I am talking about.. you can bet your ass I am going to act like I do. Plus everyone around you appears to have fantastic lives. Amazing vacations.. homes.. jobs. But let me tell you this. I should of worked for that fucking show “Catfish”, cause I am a expert at internet detective work. And all these people who lead these fantastic lives on Facebook.. they are all full of shit. OK.. mostly full of shit. That friend who teaches high school you're jealous of.. is crying in the stairwell of her school on breaks cause her job is hard. That couple taking all those exotic vacations.. well their husband had to much to drink at the last BBQ and reveals they do it cause they are absolutely bored with each other, and that friend posting all those awesome Instagram pictures still works fucking retail. RETAIL. I can hardly stand shopping.. I would hate to have to sell that shit to people like me. So I have stopped comparing myself to others. Everyone has a life they lead and a life they appear to lead and I am OK with that. I am happy in my life, things could be better, but they can always be worse. I have kids who are amazing and a husband who still stares at me everyday with that look like “what the fuck did you just say?!” I keep him on his toes. So I have decided to start a blog, why, cause I need a place to get real with people. I need a place for people to get real with me. I need a place to vent all my sarcasm and just straight ask what the fuck about everyday things.

So.. Stay tuned. Shit is about to get real.