I really love this picture of Greg and me. It's at my favorite beach in all the world (because I go frequent so many beaches and all). This is the picture I show to strangers when I am trying to convince them to come visit my blog. I figure if I show them all a pic of a ginger with his shirt off in all his white glory they will be hooked for life. Am I right or am I right?!?
On Saturday I met up for a small blogger lunch with Aubrey, Sue, and Dani. It was my first time meeting Sue and Dani. They both have adorable craft and diy blogs and asked me what I blog about. I always feel incredibly vain and narcissistic when I say my blog has no real point other than to talk about myself. The truth is, I have no business being a blogger. I try to cook delicious, healthy food and I want desperately to have a home filled with beautiful designs and ideas that will inspire others, but I always fall short. I am the worst blogger in history because I am totally inept at everything blogger related. If bloggers are supposed to be good at it, you can pretty much count on me sucking at it!
1. Home design. I ain't got the vision. In my head I think I can see how something will turn out and then at the end of the day all I've got is weird colored walls and a bunch of voodoo dolls and porcelain plates from junk sales. In my first apartment after getting married I had the genius idea to paint the walls lime green. Not just one wall, either, ALL THE WALLS. Go big or go home, right? My husband said he felt like he was living inside of an avocado, which I mean, hello, is my husband rude or what? Others commented they felt like they were attending a Mexican fiesta. Hey, I love parties and I love avocados, so no problem for me!
Yes, it was a terrible, yes it looked awful, and no I will never be a home designer. But can the blogging gods please still let me keep my little blog? Pretty please?! (For the entire lime green saga- which ended with an experiment in royal blue- wall saga check out this post and then this post and then this post.)
2. Cooking. I actually don't mind cooking so much. BUT. I hate grocery shopping and I hate cleaning up. If I could figure out a way to prepare my meals without those two bad boys, then I'd be good as gold. Well, I guess there is the other problem that I can't seem to make anything taste like it's supposed to. Sunday I made cupcakes for friends and left out the baking soda, I burn 80% of the food that finds its way into our oven, and I always eat food after the expiration date. What can I say? I'm a cooking catastrophe waiting to happen! (That's not to mention the pot roast that was supposed to be so juicy and tender that turned out tough as can be.)
3. DIY/ crafts. I've never understand the idea of DIY. Why do it yourself when you can have someone else do it for you? On Saturday Dani showed me this cardigan that she had so adorably put heart shaped elbow patches on. My first thought was not, "How can I do that?" but "How can I convince Dani to do that for me?" Once I got real schmantzy pantzy and tried to make toilet paper wings for my dog's Halloween costume. It was a disaster, start to finish, and ended with me crying on the floor with glue and glitter stuck to my fingers and a hyperactive dog eating the crap out of all the toilet paper rolls. NEVER AGAIN!
There you have it folks, all the reasons why I have absolutely no right to own a blog. I can promise you nothing in terms of recipes, design, or DIY. I can promise you a lot of fun, constant laughs, (usually at the expense of high school students. Such an easy target!) and the occasional post full of my infinite insight and wisdom. Maybe?
And TOMORROW I can promise you that you will know the gender of our baby. Our ultrasound appointment is this afternoon and we could not be more excited to know the gender. We're 21 weeks, they better be able to tell what the little nugget is inside of me!