A few weeks ago, I had lunch with Kate. We talked extensively about blogging. I tried to share tips and insights with her when I realized that I’m not really good at blogging, I just have a blog and I write on it and that’s about it.
I explained that I’m just myself and that’s it. I don’t have a brand, I don’t promote myself, I don’t get asked to speak at conferences, it’s just me in my corner of the blogging world. Sometimes I have a lot to say and sometimes my mind is blank. Sometimes, I consider coming here and telling you all about my weekend and then I second guess myself and think “why in the hell would anyone want to know how boring my weekend was? Even I don’t want to know.”
She told me that she sort of wanted to know what I did during my weekend and also she wanted to know what was in my purse.
Vaseline. I carry vaseline in my purse. I used to carry a big tub of it, but my friends made fun of me (which I totally deserved), so now I carry around a “cute” little travel-sized version, it’s pretty convenient.
I use Vaseline for my lips. Always, like ten times a day. (this post is not sponsored by Vaseline.)
(I just like Vaseline.)
When I wake up in the middle of the night, all thirty-nine times, thanks to a certain 8 month old, I have to put Vaseline on my lips before laying back down.
Yep, I have another container of it by my bed.
I also drink about 20 ounces of water throughout the night and I like my ankles. (when not pregnant.)
I drink about 100 ounces of water throughout the day. My friend, Sarah, calls me a water buffalo.
I’m left handed when I eat and write but everything else, I use my right hand. (but when it comes to bowling and ping pong, I use both hands. Not surprisingly, I suck at both bowling and ping pong.)
When I was little, even though I had five brothers and sisters, I also had an imaginary friend. Her name was Lois and I swear to you, I miss her. (she was real. I know it.)
In first grade, I had light blue velcro Nike’s. OMG, I felt so cool.
I wish I knew how to do fun things with my hair and I wonder why my eyelashes are so wimpy but my husband’s are awesome. (but I don’t mind, I swear.)
I had three Cabbage Patch Kids: Nellie Sue, Trudy Diane and Clark Barlow.
Also, I tend to remember really dumb details.
I used to read every single night but I haven’t read a book in over a year. I miss it.
My hair has been every single color, I have a tattoo and I used to have a belly ring. Now my hair is brown, I still have a tattoo and my belly button sags to my knees.
It took me eight minutes to write this.
What else do you want to know?
Ask me anything.