“You better hope there’s not a real hurricane Sherri, mom”.
That’s how this all started. With my 14-year-old son telling me I’m going to regret this if there’s an actual Hurricane Sherri. Well, it actually started with my tagline, “Sorry about my ass”, but that’s another story.
This is a place for me to share my experiences, frustrations, happiness and simple life observations. It’s not for the faint of heart. It’s dry. It’s real. It’s gonna be funny too. Because I like to laugh.
I have a new wrinkle to prove it too. My mom calls it a laugh line but let’s be real: it’s a wrinkle.
But seriously, this all actually started in 2006 when I was the tender young age of 31, extremely opinionated and just as outspoken. I hated George W. Bush, called for a boycott of the city of Lone Tree, Colorado, was rabid about global warming and thought it was an atrocity that dogs could marry but two men couldn’t.
I still feel the same way about all of the above, but I’m older and care more about what people think. I don’t want to offend anyone though I rarely get offended.
I say what I want and rarely regulate my emotions. (My therapist says I’m like a child. I say neener-neener you’re a wiener.)
I think that’s irony.
Anyhoo, this is a place for me to just get it all out. Out there. Things I notice. What brings me joy and what perturbsĀ me.
I’m kind of a cynic now but in a funny, fucked up, kind of “haha I’m laughing with you” way. It’s important to keep your sense of humor. To laugh at others and be able to laugh at yourself.
I will be doing both here.
Buckle up, buttercup. It’s gonna be a strange ride. š