My Inaugural Blog

As a writer and professional mouthpiece, I shake my head in wonderment that it has taken me forfreakingever to join the blogosphere. It’s absurd really. I’ve written four books and I’ve finally clued in that writing doesn’t need to involve taking two years off from life, plummeting your personal and financial life into an abyss. I can take 5 minutes, spontaneously combust then get back to work. Or yelling.

I have mega grist for the blog mill.   Take each of the following points into consideration, and one should quickly surmise that I should be the queen, president and dictator of all things opinion-related:

  • Red-headed Irish-Italian
  • Middle-aged
  • Mother
  • Of a teenager
  • A girl teenager
  • A smart girl teenager
  • Married 15 years
  • To an engineer
  • A freaking alien aerospace engineer
  • A man who raises his right eyebrow when he’s deliriously excited.
  • Demon Dog owner
  • So named for her utter disregard to table manners (infiltrating my neighbour’s house and eating a cooling pie off her counter) and Canada’s Food Guide (eats dead things.)
  • Daughter of a mother who, along with her 15-year old granddaughter,  paints her husband’s toenails rainbow colours while he sleeps on the couch.
  • F.E.M.I.N.I.S.T.
  • Spontaneously combusts at just about everything: bad advertising, teen aged-antics, marriage, world events, babies, stupid people, smart people…

Frankly, I could bullet point my life to death.  So, I am thrilled to have finally created a space for my rants, ravings, perceptions, opinions and world views, none which are polite. Welcome to my world. Hope it brings a *snort*.

4 Responses to “My Inaugural Blog”

  1. Diane Johnston Says:

    September 30th, 2010 at 4:25 pm

    “A man who raises his right eyebrow when he’s deliriously excited”
    Ha. He’s not british by any chance? I’m engaged to a Brit and there’s a distinct lack of showing any emotion or effusive compliment. He does feel it, he’s just economical with the emotional outbursts. If he’s had a great meal, he pronounces is “Nice” and if it was outstanding it’s “very nice”. Imagine my shock when, while we were waiting for the taxi to the airport at 3:30 a.m. to go to Paris, i find him jumping about the living room doing a happy dance and singing “We’re going to Paris!!!” It must have been the ungodly hour!

  2. Kim Says:

    October 26th, 2010 at 1:20 am

    You, my friend, are a treasure. Bullet points and all.

  3. Buster Heidt Says:

    May 27th, 2011 at 8:25 am

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  4. Michael Wallace Says:

    December 3rd, 2011 at 7:25 am

    Your site has definitely inspired me to really completely change the way I write. I want to thank you for your great work.

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