My love of laughing is only topped by my love of making other people laugh.
A few years ago, in response to one of my Facebook posts, a friend I graduated high school with told me I could write and should do so. Jana is an English teacher so I really should have taken her suggestion more seriously but I ignored her. I didn’t have confidence in myself at the time but Jana planted that small seed in my mind.
Last year, an official and serious writer friend of mine, Kari, told me I could write and should do so. I have linked her awesome blogs to the right of this post. I remained consistent and ignored her also. I assume Kari likes to be ignored by ass holes but this time she didn’t. She started kicking my ass in the nicest way possible until I was finally convinced I could do this. I put the word out to a few friends that I was serious about this blog thing and asked for suggestions for a blog name. A little tinkering and merging of some great suggestions and Steph On The Rocks was born.
I am the product of small town Texas but now live in Alabama with my husband, my 16 year old son and 12 year old daughter. I can’t forget our dog Allie, named after our favorite college football team, the Alabama Crimson Tide. Roll Tide, y’all.
Steph On The Rocks will be a potpourri of shit I’m interested in. I will pretty much write about whatever is on my mind. Most of the time that will be about the crazy, random things that occur in my life. Other times I may write about music because I’m a music freak. You may even see a makeup review here and there because, seriously, I need a 12 Step Program. I may talk about football. It goes without saying that any and all booze may be subject to a horrifically uneducated review. If all of the above appeals to you, you have just hit the mother fucking potpourri of shit jackpot. You can thank me later.
And that brings us to the cursing. I curse. A lot. This is your warning. My friend Kari (mentioned above) once said that I have “an exquisite command of curse words”. I want that quote worked into my obituary someday. I’m not kidding.
Welcome to my new little blog, still bloody and gross and shriveled up from the birthing process. Sorry, I hope you weren’t eating. I will be adding widgets and gidgets as we go along. Please remember that I am a rookie to the blogging world and if there was a school for bloggers, my ass would be riding on the short bus. Please be patient with me, take the growing pains as they come, throw some airplane sounds at a sister so I’ll eat those peas and please change my diapers every once in a while. I’ll be cute and poised and able to not completely shit myself one day. Maybe. Hopefully.
Thanks for stopping by, y’all.