This morning was a disaster. Well, actually it was fairly run-of-the-mill as far as how things tend to roll around here, except that it was my daughter’s ninth birthday. As usual, nothing went quite as planned.
I stood there musing over my burned bacon about that one salon.com article where Emily Matchar, a young feminist atheist, confesses to an obsession with mormon mommy blogs with all of their cute little picture-perfect lives.
My life is not picture perfect. But really now, would I have it any other way? Okay, maybe sometimes I would.
Anyway, so I laughed to myself at the thought of posting a picture of this awful bacon and my lazy-momma strawberry shortcakes, but then I decided, hey, why not? Nobody’s perfect… we’re just trying to be. Might as well be real about it all, right?
So… here we go. I’m Velda. Yeah, like Zelda with a V. And I love my goofed up life.
Legend of Velda 