My fashion sense is a little whack, and my friends are just as screwy as me

It's a blogger's paradise out here. I just realized that over the next few weeks, various events will have me hanging out with other blog-world people. Some I know, some I don't. I think for me, it's kind of disconcerting, only because I go to great lengths to make sure that no one knows who I am. It's like a witness protection program, only no one's looking for me.

So when I meet these people, I tend to just sit in the corner and keep quiet. Cueing people to say, "You aren't nearly like what I thought you were from you blog." Er...thanks? I guess you looked me up on the internet and found out that I swear like a sailor did you? The funny thing is, nothing seems to piss people off more than when they find out that I cook/sew/design things every night, after my day job and the kids. What is so wrong about that? I don't know what it is but people get violently angry. Hey man, just because you spend your time watching crap tv, don't get on my ass about how I waste my time.

I watch crap tv too, fo' schizzle. I watched the Beckham: Coming to America special and loved it. And not just because I love me some big ass sunglasses. The show made me laugh, I love seeing my city on display and her giant boobs didn't scare me. I mean, the woman had 3 kids. After two kids, I am in need of some serious plastic surgery too, trust me.

So if you happen to see me in the next few weeks - stop and say hi. I'm not all that awful. I'll be the girl in the corner wearing the big ass sunglasses.