The Ultimate Blog Party, 2013 edition. The 7th annual UBP. Wait a minute while I wrap my head around that.
The last time I participated, UBP was a year old. There are new faces around here. In fact most are new faces, at least to me. But then again, I am a “new” face.
I am not a Mommy Blogger, I am a real life blogger, and really life gets ugly and messy. Mine did, in just the past 24 hours. I must be the most awesomest hostess ever. Invite the blogosphere over for a party, only to end up throwing a pity party. I rock.
Aside from my life lately, the #UBP was amazing and I did meet some amazing people. I may have found a business adventure, which would be awesome considering the length of my unemployment.
So thank you to those who stopped by, thank you for those who found me on Facebook and Twitter. I promise it won’t always be doom and gloom around here. It just seems it is my turn to have the universe shit on me.
Hi, I’m Becky, and I started blogging way back in 2005. I got serious about blogging, well, any day now, I hope. As I said, I’m Becky, and this is supposed to be my introduction post for UBP.
The thing is, I hate writing these things. I can give you a list of hats I wear (single mom, living with bipolar disorder), things I like to do (photography social media), and obsessions I have (margaritas and stilettos), but all told I am more than the sum of my parts.
I have been doing this single mom gig since 2004, and in that time the cute adorable daughters I had then have morphed into moody eye rolling, door slamming teenagers. They don’t roll their eyes all the time or slam doors every day, but when they do, they do it with enthusiasm and style. I believe it takes a village to raise a child, and most days I feel that I am that village’s idiot. Although there are some days I think I get it right. I guess only time and the amount of therapy they require will tell. My parenting philosophy is basically give them guidance, let them make their own mistakes, keep them off the pole and out of jail. And remember three out of four are good odds, even in Vegas.
I am a photographer who dreams of getting paid to shoot people. I am a hoarder reader of books, a mother, a girlfriend, a future step-mom, the black sheep of my family, and an embarrassment to my children. I am a connoisseur of margaritas, (seriously it has become my life’s mission to find the best). I am known for my stilettos, my cheap entertainment and inappropriate humor. Last year I became the unofficial official photographer of my daughter’s cheer squad, so I am shooting teenage girls most of the school year, I just don’t get paid. I often dream of world domination, but would settle for a paycheck that would allow me to live the life I am dying to become accustomed to.
Not everything around here is a joke, it’s not all fun and games. There are times I write about living with bipolar disorder. I open up and let you in to the chaos in my head, and take you on a journey through the darkness that envelopes me at times. I do this, not in an attempt to scare off readers, but in hoping it will lead to a better understanding of what mental illness is like for those of us living with it. I also have very strong opinions about social and sometimes political issues and I like to write about them here as well. I call out the easily offended who think they should be able to live their lives unoffended by anything.
I mentioned at the beginning that I have been blogging since 2005, even though the archives here start in January 2013. That’s because I started blogging on Blogger, then moved to WordPress, then got my own domain but due to financial reasons caused by unemployment lost it and moved those archives back to WordPress, then started here. Yes, it is the Hansel and Gretel of blogging.
I have been unemployed since September 2011, and since then, I have been trying to make a name for myself in social media. It would seem that Ms. Awesome Sauce is taken (and sort of out of date). To help the cause, you can join my many dozens ok fine 10 minions by following me on Twitter, where I tweet about my stupid cats, my unintentionally funny daughters, and everything I can’t put on Facebook. We can be friends on Facebook, where I post sometimes inappropriate musing about life in general, and get into heated debates with people over political issues I know next to nothing about. You can follow Welcome to My Life on Facebook, but it’s really rather boring over there. On Pinterest I hoard stilettos, (mainly Louboutins. Are there any other shoes?) plan a wedding I’ll never be able to afford, build a house I’ll never live in, and create meals we’ll never eat and try to turn tee shirts into prom dresses. And on Instagram I post photos of my cats Good and Evil Bad and Worse Princess and Baby in an attempt to give them away.