About the confused one

I’m a punk rockin’, 12 year old lookin’, muscle car lovin’, Bo Duke hood slidin’, light weight irish. I rock hard like cinder blocks.  I’ve got twinkle toes, a potty mouth, and I’m teeny tiny the bottomless pit of an eater, and a shampoo hair commercial impostor.

I have a wonderful toddler, a fab husband and a miniature zoo of dogs and stray cats. We live in a postage stamp home and struggle to make our front yard a garden paradise. We work hard, but we try to play harder. This is insight into some of the little things we get to do every week, whether it be baking, sewing or tearing a part of the house down.

~*I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to the next. this is the night, what it does to you. i had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion – Jack Kerouac*~

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