I've noticed (and by noticed, I mean I jumped for joy each time) that we've got a few new readers round these parts. And if there's something I love, it's new readers. So the first thing on my agenda today is to say hey. And welcome. And I love you. Wait, too soon? Ok, scratch that. I kinda like you. Consider this me rolling out my welcome mat and hanging my pineapple above my door, the international (or national, I dunno, I just made that up) sign for hospitality. Ok now we're acquainted.
That's Gabe. He's the star of this show. He's 14 months old. For the first year of his life, I dressed him up in costume every month. I told myself I would stop, even though it was hilarious and addicting, but it was also a pain in the keister. So I stopped. We're reduced to taking regular pictures.
I quit my 9 to 5 when he was born to stay home. I got bored so I recently launched an event planning business. It's pretty awesome.
I'm married to John, who wins best blog husband...voted by me. In fact, the moment you hit follow, he probably sent me a text to make sure I knew. Nerds. Anyway, I am a big fan of running an awesome home. Cooking, cleaning, keeping shizz organized, all that. I keep my hot glue gun plugged in and a supply of bakers twine on hand at all times. I love boozing it up with hilarious people and laughing until no sound comes out.
So now you know. And knowing is half the battle.
And there comes a time in every blogger's life where she opens it up to the crowd. Do you guys have any questions you're dying to ask? Like how well can I parallel park? Like what kind of flat iron I use? Like how bad do I have it for Mark Wahlberg? No? You don't care about any of those? Ask me something...anything, so I don't look like a moron here. Thanks dudes.
awesomely, Chi, real bad