I Really Have No Idea What I am Doing

I have many thoughts and words running through my mind each day.  I have long since been drawn to the idea of placing them out there into the universe.  Why just this morning I was thinking to myself, "I am glad my life isn't like Patsy Cline's, what with her cheating husband and all."  this was soon followed by, "He cheated on her, didn't he?".  Now, why do I feel the need to place such information out into the world?  Quite simply, I am afraid that if I spend anymore time 'alone' with these thoughts, I may succumb to the genetic gift of insanity passed down to me by my generous relatives.  So while I promise to hold nothing back and be purely honest, no matter the cost, I can't promise that this will be a 'fancy' blog.  One full of menus and links.  Because honestly, I have no earthly idea how to do any of that nor do I want to know how.  One day in the far future, when Dave Ramsey has slipped on some ice on his porch and died of a freak head injury, my husband may allow my to hire a professional to manage an amazing site with gidgets and gadgets, but until then you must be satisfied with my musings and an occasional picture used for illustrative purposes.

In the spirit of the honesty I just mentioned above, let me say that I am not in one of my better seasons of life.  My sister and I like to refer to this season as "November Sweatshirt Season"  It seems every year at this time I decided that little details like matching stylish mom clothes and washed flat ironed hair are just too much energy to attempt on a daily basis.  And, make-up is just a tiresome thought that needs to be banished.  This lack of grooming soon turns into a bit of depression.  I am not proud of this statement, but it is the truth and I have vowed to be honest.  On the flip side this will provide all my readers with some quite witty bitter remarks about, well everything.  As I mentioned above, this is a season and one that doesn't usually make it past Thanksgiving, after all one could hardly come to the 'holiday' table dressed like a mismatched bohemian who shops the Target sportswear clearance rack.

So, while I am a bit ashamed at what I currently have to offer my readers, I am helpless to change things, at least until Thanksgiving.