Hey, y’all! Video number three comin’ atcha tonight. I finally answer those boob questions a few of you had. I’ll show you a sketch by the little-Little and talk about the importance of decompressing. Just so you know, neither of those last two things are related to boobs.
I’m thinking of doing a live chat on Facebook! Would y’all be down for something like that? We could plan for this Friday night, August 26 at say, 9 pm EST? I can make an event page to remind y’all… I dunno. You can make comments and ask questions. I have no idea how ny of that works, so I might want to check that out before Friday. Holyshitballs, that makes me so nervous, but y’all are some of the most freakin’ amazing people I know. We got this.
Thanks for all the support and love with the first vlog, y’all! I don’t know how often y’all want to hear me being goofy online. I answer some questions y’all asked me and probably touched my boobs too much in this second video, but here ya go! It’s a little longer than the first one, but I kinda get Jesus at the end about how writers write.
Right now, the flim flam connector is slow, so it takes four forevers to upload a video. My internet provider says I runnin’ at maximum speed. Ugh. Country livin’, y’all. I did this video last night before I started work. It took all night to upload. That’s why you’re gettin’ it today.
I like how we can connect in this way while I’m writin’ the book. My words are important to me (and yeah, I obviously express myself better on paper than in person… cause…. um… um…. UM…), so I’ll find time to make posts happen as well. We’ll get a balance goin’ here over the next few months. Love and peace, B.
Okay, y’all. I prattle. I misspeak. I talk a little about makeup, the second book, and forget to look in the camera lots. I thank you and remind you about this whole loving yourself thing I’m always on about.
Don’t get mad at me about the “for those of you who have children” remark. I was nervous. I meant, love yourself as you love a child… that is if you love children. If you don’t, just nix that whole concept and replace it with something you love and nurture… maybe your dog!
I hope this is gonna work! I love, love, love you. Peace, B.
PS I say the eff word a couple of times. I can’t help it. That’s my favorite qualifier. I’ll work on not sayin’ it in the next video! Except some shit a’mightys and a couple of asshatmonkeyflippers though.
My mister’s mowing the lawn. Doesn’t “mowing the lawn” sound classier than “cuttin’ the grass?” We’re nothing if not classy around here. It’s more like he’s battling the first wave of summer’s neglected weedy overgrowth that’s threatening to eat our house and the neighbors’ houses too. I’m just sittin’ here on the carport with two fans pointed directly at me, writin’ a book that may swallow me whole.
The middle-Little leaves for college tomorrow. We have Operation UGA under control. The other two Littles are MIA. I take that back. The little-Little is dartin’ in and out of the house. She did a fish tail braid in my hair. Then, she came out to tell me she’s savin’ her money to go to San Diego next summer. No other details were forthcoming about about the trip. I’m sure I’ll be updated on a need to know basis. College Girl has gone the way of most older independent child. I don’t know where she is right now and I’ll never get used to that not knowin’ part of havin’ grownass children. We’re about to double the random moments of mama anxiety when we drive away from Athens tomorrow night sans the middle-Little.