About The Blog

First of all, we must thank my darling husband for the name & such.

As it happens, I tend to have the most appalling bad luck, so the title is fitting.  I like to tell Alex that all the good luck that I was entitled to for an entire lifetime was consumed when I found him, though, so that’s all right with me.  Since I already think I have shit luck, it just means I don’t worry much about breaking mirrors, walking under ladders, or (cute!) black kitties crossing my path.

This blog is very much a personal one – not to be confused with a lifestyle blog.  I’m not going to sell things (or my soul) here.   I’m not running ads, and I likely never will.   This blog is not my job, nor do I ever hope that it becomes such.  I write here more as an outlet for myself than anything.  If you are along for the ride, you are more than welcome, of course.  (As long as you’re not a dick, and you understand that the driver has rights to the radio).

So, what will I write about?  Stuff. Nonsense. Books. Movies. Politics. Religion. Sex. Relationships, and in particular those of the long distance variety.  Drama. My family. Possibly cats.  Any little thought that crosses my mind that I think is important enough to put down in words.  You should probably prepare to see “naughty” words all over this blog.  What you won’t see is pornography, or anything that borders on it.  Still, this blog is probably not safe for work.

I like to believe that there is room in this world full of mommy/daddy bloggers, lifestyle bloggers, and “influencers” for people like me.  I hope I’m not wrong. I have stories to tell, and thoughts to share … but not product reviews, home decorating tips, or fashion advice to give.   I’m a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.  I prefer to go barefoot, but if I can’t, I like my pink Converse.  (And I don’t particularly care if you think pink doesn’t go with everything; I say it does).