So I'm inconsistant...

So basically I have stared at this blank blog post more often then not since the spring. I'd start to type something....and then delete it. I'd look through websites that would talk about blogging, and how to be better, and how to pick topics, and how to pick your nose. And, I'd still end up ignoring this whole thing. I win the award for #1 self loather, and MVP of thinking I SUCK! I'm working on that. I'm still working on that. And, I most likely will be working on that for a long ass time. To spread some honesty to the interniverse (I made that word up, I know you're surprised! maybe it will catch on like yolo or some shit like that) I have been struggling. With work, with home, with family, with being a good dog mom, with vacuuming, with self loathing, with loafing, with living. It's freakin hard sometimes just to crack open your eyes every morning. You see, I have a pretty nice life. A job, my health, cute baby, supportive husband, but this last year has just thrown me for a flippin loop. I'm sure most people's reaction to this is "oh, you had a baby last year, it's always an adjustment." But nope, the whole baby thing is literally the most satisfying, joyful, exhilarating part of my life. Becoming a mom was my dream come true. And, I'm a lucky mom at that because G dizzle is awesome (mostly because he is just like his mom, jus sayin'). But, the whole baby thang ain't the problem. I have embarked on a little journey within the last month or so to make cracking my eyes open less of a task. I finally took the step to go see a counselor, and I am really enjoying it. I'm actually learning, and growing (a little), and although I don't feel 100%, I know I'm well on my way. I must say it's amazing how much I stuff my problems. Damn, someone asks you a simple question, and I start all Farrah ugly crying (teen mom reference, holla!) I even surprise myself at how much has been stuffed not so neatly in my brain after 25 measly years. Anyways, I don't know if this was an update on me, or just a verbal vomit sesh. Maybe that's what I should just name my blog Verbal Vomit: the real life uncensored words of Ashley; Farrah ugly crying and all!

Alright interniverse....carry on!