Where do I begin? At the beginning I suppose! Why am I doing this? What is this? Where will it go?I am beginning this blog for a couple of reasons. The first reason is by request. Weird, exciting, terrifying, and hilarious things seem to happen to me, near me, or because of me...and my relaying the details of my life's adventures seems to bring others joy. I am certain the same things happen to many people and it is just my perception of these events that makes them entertaining. As many of my coworkers, friends, and family members will attest to, I am always happy to recall any story no matter how embarrassing if I think it will make someone smile. I long ago made it my mission to make at least one person laugh so hard that they snort or pee a little every day. Some people are easier targets than others...you know who you are.
The second reason is as a therapeutic outlet for my brain. As many of you know, my career has taken a sharp turn (which I am excited about) but I no longer have my normal daily interactions with those I would normally share my insanity with. Baxter just snores through my stories which is not good for my self esteem. As much as I cherish my alone time, I have recently discovered that keeping all of my crazy to myself may not be the best thing, and lets be honest, I am depriving the world of so much laughter. I simply cannot be that selfish.
What is this blog? I am still sorting through that myself. I guess it is best to start with what this is not. I am not a professional writer, so this is not a perfect collection of essays. There will be typos and grammatical errors. Until someone volunteers to be my editor, it shall remain as such.
This is not a place where you will find me venting about the things most people complain about such as work, family, and friends. I will most likely have moments of lamenting about situations I have put myself in, but there is no whining on this page. I hope. Again, I guess I shall see where it takes me. This collection of stories will never include politics or religion. I am a firm believer in individual's rights to think and believe in whatever they want and will not tolerate any type of hatred or negativity on this page or anywhere in my life quite frankly. Lastly, this will most likely not be chronological. I have 33 years of stories built up, and will share them as I recall them or as they are requested. Everyone seems to have a favorite "Andrea" story. Usually they involve falling down or manure of some kind, the best stories involve both. The old will be mixed in with the new adventures.
I have covered what this isn't, so what is it? This is a place where I will share my experiences being a single girl raised in the suburbs who has followed her heart through many trials and tribulations to be a part time farmer and maintain my full time mess status. This is a place where readers are encouraged to laugh both with and at me. I hope people are able to roll their eyes, groan, laugh, and cry along with me. This is a collection of honesty. Farm life is often not pretty, has some interesting smells, and well, there is the circle of life thing going on. I will share my losses along with my rewards to give you the full view into this part of my life. I promise to keep the bad things vague, as I have been told I have a habit of being too forthcoming with details. I am a vet tech and a horse person, I cannot help it! I will try to keep this kid friendly, although, sometimes farm life requires a colorful four letter word here and there so that will probably happen.
Where will this go? Maybe nowhere. Maybe I write this for a month and nobody finds it interesting or funny. Maybe I will not find it as therapeutic as I thought I would. In that case, I will stop. However, if I receive feedback that it makes one person smile, I will continue. I will continue as long as I have stories to tell!
Thank you for reading this far! Glove up, here we go!
