In these uncertain times, what the world needs is another middle aged white woman sharing her opinions on the internet. Don't worry, I gotchu fam. I don't read blogs. I give side eye to anyone who identifies themselves as a blogger. Given that, over the years a few friends and acquaintances have told me they are amused by my bloviating on social media and that I should write a blog. Given that the world is probably ending any day now, I figured what the hell. I'm imagining my posts will be 20% stuff I want to get off my chest, 30% crafts and projects I'm working on, 40% me being a goof, and 10% lists. I LOVE lists. I made some poor choices that led me to a job I hate, but I stay because I'm too lazy and scared to leave. It's easy and they tell me the benefits are great but it's not what anyone dreams their life would look like when they're young. Apparently, people can make big money off this blogging stuff so if that could find a way to happen for me, then fuck ass yeah. Oh, I swear a LOT. If that's not your bag of cats, then I'm not the blogger (vomits in my own mouth) for you. I'm 45, an atheist, overweight, fashionable as fuck, and liberal-ish. I'm childless by choice (woot woot!) but I try to be the greatest auntie ever to my brother's 6 and 3 year old daughters. I grew up in the coal region of Pennsylvania but for the past 20 years or so, I've lived in Philadelphia. I share a home with a ridiculously talented hottie husband, a dachshund named Fatti laBelle, and a cat named Daisy who's an asshole. I had no idea that's how you spell dachshund. I'm going to use weiner dog from now on.