Insanity, genius and why I don't trust improv cooks.

I have married the most compassionate, daring man on the planet. How do I know this? He married this weirdo:

Who sometimes looks really nice and pulled together lady-like, such as this:

But mostly wishes to be spending her day like this:

As you can see, he clearly out-kicked his coverage when he married me. But I digress.

I used to blog - in fact I did this super mushy thing where I wrote a letter a day to my new spouse, as a means to document our first year of marriage. To be honest, it was hard, fun, tiring and awesome all in one giant blogging mess. It was one of the more insane and genius ideas I've had. Don't those two always seem to have each other's backs?

So Adam tells me that maybe I should pick blogging back up. But I have a hard time figuring out what to blog about. As every good social worker/researcher/recovering Hermione Granger does, I looked at what the most popular blogs are about: And I don't fit in with the popular blogs.

1. I don't have kids.

2. I'm not cool. I wear clothes from Kohl's and Target. 

3. I liked decorating our house, but I don't know how to write about that, really. All of the 'cool' things in our apartment are from someone else's genius. Every time someone compliments our apartment decor, I am the first to say: "Thanks, its leftover from our wedding" so that they know they are immediately dealing with a giant nerd. Plus, they need to know that it is a stone cold miracle I am not wearing a Star Wars t-shirt in front of them and actually look pulled together.

4. I don't really cook. I mean, I can cook - but I'm not Pioneer Woman or some Domesticated Diva that is daring and adventuresome in the kitchen. I spent 7 years in higher education, you don't do that as an adventurer - you do that because you are a rule follower and a glutton for an uncomfortable desk. I follow a recipe to the 'T' because I don't understand improvising. Someone wrote you instructions on how to achieve a sweet morsel of food and you're not following them? Someone get you a pack of cigarettes and a leather jacket because you are writing checks your body can't cash.

But I'm really good at making people laugh. Which, when you hit the pinnacle of your height at 5'2" and three quarters [THE THREE QUARTERS PART IS REALLY IMPORTANT, OKAY.], you have to learn to bring something to the table, because athleticism is not a dish you can prepare for the table. 

I've been approached several times about blogging again, so consider this to be me doing something that looks like trying to blog. And putting my trademark people pleasing moves to the forefront of my personal life.

So I'm not sure if this is going to be about my love of learning, the Laffy Taffy jokes I tell people or the weird shenanigans I end up planning. Just don't over think it okay? 

Its going to be fun to watch me flailing about. Someone who is incredibly structured trying something without limits?

Train wreck: Party of one.