This is a comical outlook on my life. Take it seriously, but not too seriously, as it could be tragic, but I’d rather you enjoy the comedy of it all!
I’ve been wanting to start this blog for over a year now, but because of mi vida loca, it just hasn’t happened. Until today.
I sit here at the public library wondering who’s reading over my shoulder as I share my plight. Recently I have found myself homeless and asking myself, “What the hell just happened?”
Mind you, I’m blonde, so I don’t keep track of my thoughts, much less my actions.
So the point of this blog is to introduce you to my life, my idiosyncrasies, my struggles, and all-in-all, how the hell I got here and what I’m doing about it and also to provide some comical relief to those who may be traveling the same path. Maybe, just maybe, we can figure it out together??? (PS- if you comment, keep it kind, because, after all, we are here to be kind to one another and help each other: Do no harm.) 🙂
Ok, so a little about me: I’m a strong-willed, educated, very well-round, creative, funny, broke-ass bitch. (I’m not really a bitch, but for all intensive purposes, just go with it.) I grew up on a farm where tough love was key (and pertinent to my survival today). I paid for my own college education (as my family was obviously way to poor to afford it; and I’m still paying for it 10 years later, thank you very much!) I majored in Communication, and as you can see, I’m very fluent in doing so (talking has always been a hobby in which I excel). Not only did I major in Communications, I though it’d be funny to get a bachelor of science (I’ll let you figure out the irony in that one.) I’ve literally done everything from farming to radio, newspaper to personal trainer, teacher to ditch digger. Note, that as a gypsy, it is important to be a jack of all trades and a master of none.
I have spent my days moving from one place to another on a whim, and damn it, if moving doesn’t get more expensive the older you get and the more crap you acquire. I have noticed that the secret to success may be to stay put. But my ADHD gets in the way. Show me something shiny and there I go chasing ghosts.
In the near future, I will be sharing some of the crazy situations I have gotten myself into (and out of – just call me Houdini), along with creative and innovative ways to survive when you have nothing. You may just need my help if one day you find yourself asking the universe, “what the hell just happened?”