I’m not perfect, I never wanted to be anyway!

I do too much shit, I’m actually exhausted. I just don’t know where to find it. A lot of people look at my (our) life and think I really have my shit together. I have an amazing family, two rad little humans (most of the time), a super hot wife, own a pretty successful salon, I… Continue reading I’m not perfect, I never wanted to be anyway!

I’m clearly terrible because of my tattoos.

But that’s your problem, not mine, really. As I was walking out of Walgreen’s this morning, a rather malevolent looking woman shot me the strangest, most forced smile I’ve seen in a while. Granted, my hair probably looked I just stuck  fork in a socket and I had some really short shorts on. But it… Continue reading I’m clearly terrible because of my tattoos.

No toys in my living room…

… it doesn’t match my decor. Therefore, plain and simple, kid’s shit doesn’t belong in my living room. Or bathroom. Or kitchen. Kids have bedrooms. They can keep their shit in there. I just don’t care to look at legos or batman toys or some godforsaken Pokemon obnoxiousness. Nope. So, while scrolling through the ‘book…… Continue reading No toys in my living room…

I don’t even know what a blog is, really.

What the hell am I even doing? No, not with my life. I think I have that figured out. Maybe. Who really ever knows, right? But a blog? Vlog? Let me get out my Urban dictionary. Where the hell do I find an urban dictionary? Amazon? Oh, good to know, its an app. Shit. That’s… Continue reading I don’t even know what a blog is, really.