i am brown-eyed-girl

oh jebus

another blog.

“self?” i ask myself. “why do i do this to myself?”

“self,” i answer, “because i have a really bad habit of starting things and not following through. because my ‘real’ online journal or blog or whatever the hell you want to call it, is already 3 years old, but usually contains entries from my ‘good girl’ side. and because the topic of this blog, what my husband refers to as ‘makin’ babies’ isn’t what my usual readers want to read about. scratch that. sure, some of them may want to read about it, but what i’ll write about here will likely be a little more graphic than the readers of my other blog would prefer to read. in any case, what i want to do here is to talk about my girlie parts and what they may or may not be doing (as the case may be) in the wonderful word of trying to conceive (ttc) my first (actually second) baby.

read this blog if you want. or don’t. i don’t care. i’m here because i love that i can write what i want, when i want, and hopefully better than i do at my other blog. and by better i mean less self-editing, more cursing, and with way more sarcasm (if that’s possible, i’m pretty sarcastic and really damn proud of it).

anyways, that’s what this is. like it or not, i’m (hopefully) here to stay. (depends on how good i am about posting every (other) day or so). and while i’m here you’ll read the things that i say to myself. you know that little voice in your head that you talk to and sometimes listen to? that inner dialogue that rambles on and on and on that you just can’t tune out? well my inner voice is most times funnier and wittier than my outside voice. and i want to write down what she says because dammit, she’s telling me to.

i am brown-eyed-girl

welcome to my world.