Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

It’s nap time again, and the thoughts are sprinting through my brain like they’re on fire.

Today I feel like John Grogan blurting out my columns from Marley & Me out loud like I’m a Furby.

To be a column writer would be my dream — but let’s be honest, no one gets newspapers anymore. We live on the internet now.

We find recipes.

Order shit off Amazon we absolutely do not need.

Google things like: “why is my toddler’s poop green today?”

As long as I can remember, I’ve had a wild imagination. It’s like I try to predict the future before it happens and talk myself into scenarios that won’t even occur in real life… It’s pretty effed up, I get it.

Some people call that anxiety or say how weird I am.

I call it creativity… because this is where the magic (and occasional mental breakdown) happens.

I have vivid dreams that feel like full-length movies.

I daydream.

I’m easily distracted and don’t pay attention to what you’re saying, then blurt things out and make people wonder where it came from.

(Hold please — I need to switch the laundry, sweep the floor, and eat something like a hangry hangry hippo.)

I’m ALL. OVER. THE. PLACE., and I wonder why my toddler turns on her pretend KitchenAid, hunts for puzzle pieces, turns on the TV, and starts dancing like no one’s watching all at the same time.

Who could she get that from?

Probably her dad.

All her weird quirks are always his fault. Not mine. I am perfect.

THIS is why I need this blog — and why I’m so excited about this new hobby. Today I sat down not to write a story, but to unscramble the mental spaghetti in my head.

I don’t have a heading.

I don’t have bullet points.

No recap.

Just thoughts.

Maybe not even blog-worthy. It just exists.

If you’re ever bored, need a laugh, need a rewind, or just need to disconnect for a minute… hopefully this site is a place you land.

You may leave just as confused as when you arrived — but at least you got a break from reality.

Some people might make fun of me for putting my life out there, but people don’t throw rocks at things that aren’t visible.

They throw rocks at things that are brave enough to be seen.

So if the rocks come, I’ll assume I’m doing something right.

This space isn’t for perfection.

It’s for honesty.

It’s for laughter.

It’s for real life.

If you come here with negativity, there are plenty of corners of the internet for that — this just isn’t one of them.

Also don’t come to my blog, dip your pen in a glass of red wine, and start critiquing.

I will make mistakes. Lots of them. Probably tomorrow.

Life’s messy. I’m messy. That’s kind of the point here.

But if you’re here because you appreciate real life, real chaos, and real laughs…

thank you.

To the readers who want real reads — I love you.

And to everyone else?

You’re free to keep scrolling. No hard feelings.

Now I’m going to stop the chaos in my head and wine-d down… because this brain has been clocked in since 5:47 AM.