If you have been following this blog at all for the past several years, you know that sometimes, time passes without my saying much, but I always return with a vengeance.
Not lately, which you may have noticed. It’s been almost 6 months since I posted anything at all.
I’m in a bit of a conundrum, really. I’ve been trying to see the positive side of things, to not make so much fun of things, and to watch my mouth. Let me boil that down for you like this: none of that shit is funny.
Not swearing isn’t funny (or fun, and let me tell ya, I slip up ALL THE TIME, usually more when I’ve had some wine or when someone around me is really fired up). Seeing the bright side of things isn’t funny. It’s much less stressful, I admit, but funny? No.
That brings me to not making so much fun of things (ie, snarking). Not being snarky is hard, y’all! It’s part of me! It’s part of the whole Jenny package! For the love of God, the blog is called “Jenny with a Chance of Temper”, not “Jenny with a Sunny Disposition”!!
[sidenote: what'd y'all think of that title? Kind of cute? Ridiculously cheesy?]
I haven’t felt like issuing a head punch in forever, and while my kids are their usual crazy selves, I haven’t been so good about documenting the things they say or do. Oh, you’d love it if I did – they’re the most hilarious people I know.
I’ve considered changing the premise of the whole blog from my rants to what it’s like to live with a newly minted teenage girl (think this shit’s easy? Do you remember your crazy, hormonal ass when you were 13? Now add social media. I just heard you whimper, I swear it), or something along those lines.
I would love some input. I feel like writing, but if I just start running off with whatever random crap is in my head, someone is going to get scared. Possibly me, possibly Rob, possibly some lovely stranger that just happens to subscribe to the twisty weirdness that is my brain. I don’t want that on my conscience. I don’t need that kind of stress.
So, sound off – please. I’ve been begging for comments for years, and I would really love some right now.
And if you’re still reading this blog after 7 years, chances are you’re related to me. But if you’re not and you’re still reading it, I really do appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. Stay with me, it’ll get better.
- Former St. Louis girl transplanted to the West Coast of central Florida. While I still maintain my Midwestern roots, I've definitely evolved into a decidedly East Coast attitude. I swear excessively, which I've tried to curtail because of my two impressionable children, but have been unsuccessful thus far. They ignore it. I speak Sarcasm more fluently than my native English. My husband and children are my greatest source of joy, as well as material for my writing. I love quoting movies and do it regularly. I joke that I don't have a personality, I've just seen a lot of movies. I love alt rock and while I dabble in other genres, that makes me happiest. I run regularly, mostly so that I can race so that I can win medals. That's really the only reason. I'm a bling-whore, what can I say? I also get psychotic about grammatical errors, bad punctuation and misspelled words (especially my name - seriously, it's 5 letters - get them right, please).