Noon On A Tuesday
It’s noon on Tuesday. My Washer is squeaky, my dryer is loud AF and my laundry mountain is anything but basic right now. Why do people have to wear clothes? Remember the good ole’ days of humans walking around in leafs and coconuts. Freakin’ brilliant. They didn’t have to deal with the mess clothing brings into our lives.
Right now I smell of dragons and fennel (if you don’t know what that means read this page), my Diva cup is giving me cramps and all I want is chocolate and coffee. That’s it. Not the f’ing squeaks from the appliances, not rouge visitors, just chill. The life of a woman is so rosy, don’t ya think? Sure it sounds so amazing—– let’s tax ’em extra for each monthly ‘Tuesday” they have.
I’m trying, SO trying to pump out this awesome Dark Chocolate & Peppermint No Bake Cookie recipe for you today….but it’s just not happening, guys. I mean, I made the no bake cookies last week, and they were yummy— gone in one night. Pictures and video are ready to go. But this dang post is just not happening today. I can’t find the words to get it to flow out.
Noon On A Tuesday
The appliance repair dude showed up early, YAH! But I didn’t have time to move the mountain of clothes before he got here….so dang it, there goes my facade of perfection. Spoiler alert…..I’m not perfect. That’s what is happening. I’m hiding in my room, because he wants to hear both machines squeal—- and I’m kinda over that damned noise at this point. Thus why you are getting this post today, and not a cookie recipe.
I wonder if I pay him an extra 100 dolla bill if he’ll just do my laundry for me? Oh that would be sweet and a service that all repair people should offer. Sometimes I wish the repair people were women. Right, like she’d be like, gurrrl, I totally get it, don’t worry about the laundry mountain, I’ll fix it. And she would fix it. Because that’s what women do, they take care of stuff.
I believe there is a Cheryl Crow song that says “we are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday”. I will take her Tuesday over this one.
I feel better now that I got this little bit typed out. Maybe there is hope for a cookie recipe blog post after all.
Happy (or whatever you need that word to be) Tuesday…..
NOON ON A TUESDAY
This year for my business I’m working on finding my voice. Sure I can tell you my brand, and what we are all about. But now I need to find my voice. How can I communicate to you in a way that’s fun and engaging. I’m more of a 90’s grunge rock so depressed over life dry humor rockstar comedian type. My husband says I’m a good cross between hippy and cowboy— whatever that means.
I just know that I love oils, and my kids, and the PNW. However, I’m not here to paint a perfect picture anymore. It’s not me, it’s not us, oils are fraking amazing—- but so is a glass of wine. Again I’m working on finding my voice. And it starts with writing more. Hey there galaxy…..let’s figure out where you left Angela’s voice, mkay?
If you want perfection in parenting, perfect grammar, and light and easy oil talk, this might not be the place. That’s just not me. Let’s get deep. Let’s get real. Let’s get Cheryl Crow and have a damn beer at noon on Tuesday.
I feel better now.