I started a blog. How cliche. I remember being in strollersise (yes, that’s a thing) when my daughter was a baby, and this other mom wore this shirt.
It was basically amazing, because that’s how I feel about blogs. It seems EVERYONE wants to tell a story, and here I am eating crow pie telling mine.
After months of thinking about it, here I am, navigating my way through wordpress. (I could use a tech savvy teenager right now..) I’ve got some good stories, and I feel like maybe they could help others, or just make them laugh, or in the very least, help me with the thoughts and things that go in and out of my head through out the day. My councillor says I should consider writing a book…but I’m not a writer. Hello! I’m a paramedic, with a warped sense of humour and uniform pants covered in various types of animal hair. Maybe I could be? I don’t know. But what I do know, is that being off work sucks, but going back sucks more. So maybe this blog can help me sort of the crap and at least give me something productive to do while drinking coffee and snuggling with the labrador. (in bed, don’t judge)