Let’s do this

Blogs across America are all about how to build some crafty thing, kill your weeds, bake a cake or lose weight.  I’m so not good at any of those things.  Not a one.  At all.  Zip.  Zero.  Zilch.  What I am good at is laughing and smiling and gaffing off my friends when they say “you should put that in your book” or “you should write a blog” or “keep it coming” because the thoughts in my head are sometimes borderline dark and scary smothered in cotton candy and chili and cheese and stickers my kids stuck to the back of the leather couch that make me utter profanity under my breath.  I dance on the line of being comfy with my thoughts and being straight up offended by them.  I have no filter and I embarrass my parents on the regular which is weird because I am 36 and no one thinks I am this way because of them.  As a friend told me THIS very morning, “they don’t pay your bills.”  Nothing I write is going to pay the bills but it might be cheaper than upping my therapy ante to 2x a week instead of 1x.  I also like to pretend that if more people are honest with themselves about their chili covered thoughts and could feel more ok with who they are, we’d all be a hell of a lot happier.  Amiright?  I know.  I am.

So, here goes nothing.  It’s literally nothing because I did nothing to get to this point but wake up and show up and sob and laugh and listen to the same song on repeat while a good friend Facebook messaged me links to a blog and a layout website and then he said “go.”

So.  Here it is.  (I know, I just said that.)  I didn’t earn the nickname Buckshot for nothing, and this is going to be all over the place, but let’s be friends anyway.  Let’s talk about choosing joy, sustaining life on red wine, homeschooling, traveling the world and how to avoid sweating because those are some of my favorite things.

If you are like me and showing up with a little help from the man upstairs is a feat in itself, we are going to do great.  Take my hand, pretend it doesn’t have that sticky spot of jelly on it, and let’s do this thing called life.  Bam.

(For some reason I think if you say “BAM” after something it makes it more powerful.  BAM!)




Obviously commas (along with snakes, spiders, giant sea life wall murals and lightning) are the enemy. Overcoming fears is for another day.

3 thoughts on “Let’s do this”

  1. Hey Jennie, I’ve always loved your frankness and transparency as you wrestle with real feelings and struggles…you season it all with wit and a Godly irreverence that we all need! I look forward to reading these quips about life’s qwerks, blessings to you and your family!


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