Scrubbing what??

Please scrub your souls at the door!

I decided I wanted to start a blog. Why? Too much spare time.

Just kidding!

I don't think I want to blog as much as I need to blog. Well, what I really mean is that I need to journal. And, since I like to journal as though I'm talking to someone; I thought, why not blog?? Then someone might actually read it. Plus, I heard from from some of you that the book I published was actually fun to read... So I thought, hey, maybe if I journal in a public place (I hear they call this "blogging" nowadays) people would actually read it... And like it. Who knows, maybe someday I'll publish all of my old journals from my teen years, too!!

No? Too far? Ok. Fair enough.

The truth is, When I was about 12 I started journaling, and I loved it. I had a few bumps and bruises in my childhood (who doesn't?) and it really helped me mentally and emotionally. And I realized I loved writing. It clears my head and recharges me.

So... what will I be blogging about? I don't know. But I'll make you a promise: it's gonna be real. It's gonna make u think. And it's gonna help scrub your soul a little. In a nice way, like baking-soda-and-a-tooth-brush scrub not green-scratcher-and-bleach scrub. Because truth be told I need some soul scrubbing myself right now... I find myself at the corner of "impatient" and "cranky" more often than I care to admit lately and I'm putting up a stop sign there. (Like that pun?) ;)  The kind of soul scrubbing I plan to do here is the kind that forces me to reevaluate my life and priorities. Not the kind that makes me curl up and cry. The good kind. The "Ahhh, now doesn't that feel good?" kind. Because I am all about grace.

I'd love to have you join and share this blog, or listen to me twit, or look at my my-face page... or whatever they call it now. Here's a few things you'll need to know about me, though;

I LOVE ellipses... Really love them.

I'm old fashioned and a little bit country. In a ribbons and lace, God-fearing, blue jeans and boots, drop it in 4low, make my own socks kinda way.

I think I'm absolutely hilarious. My husband begs to differ (he actually begs sometimes... "Please stop telling jokes, you're not funny"). Consider this your disclaimer.

I am a mom. AKA: there will be little kid pictures. Lots of them.
See? Here's one now:

My little sippy cup queen. Cutest. Thing. Ever. But I digress...

I am not perfect. Shocker, I know. If your looking for another "50 ways to iron your bed sheets and t shirts" type of blog I'm not your girl. I'm gonna fall on my face. A lot. I pick fights with my husband and ignore my daughter and i struggle with insecurity bigtime. Ill probably post a recipe for broccoli kale quinoa followed by double fudge brownies. You can laugh at me or lend me a hand; I'm really perfectly fine with either. Laughter is good for you.

I'm a little bit of an organization nazi... Ok fine, borderline OCD. And I usually find the most inefficient way to do something. This=projects that take twice as long as they should. (I like to think I make up for it a little with a good work ethic. Thank my mom for that one.)

Last but not least-I like typing. Can u tell??

So welcome, come in, sit down, grab some coffee and a gluten free brownie. We've got some icky sticky work to do but it will be fun and oh so worth it.