Are You There Peeps? It’s Me, Manda…

That’s why they call me Slim Shady, I’m back, I’m back…”

Okay, so nobody actually calls me Slim Shady. I know this and you know this. That being said, I am back, hopefully for good this time, and what is up peeps? For those of you still following me after months of being incommunicado, hello and thank you for your patience. Now I sound like an automated voice message “to continue reading, please press one now”…anyhoo, I don’t expect this post to be very long; I just wanted to let you know that I’m still here, trying to write again.

So where have I been, you may be asking? I would really love to tell you that I’ve been super busy working on myself and making positive changes, but that would be a lie. Mostly I’ve been binge-watching, binge-eating, binge-gaming, and binge-wallowing in my guilt that I’ve reverted back to doing nothing and feeling bad about it but not changing it. I did spend about a week trying to get my old laptop to work so that it would be easier for me to write, but after watching hours of YouTube videos about hard drives, reformatting, installing and uninstalling, and just basically trying to get an ancient piece of technology to function normally with said updates and reformats, I threw it under the couch and sulked for another couple of weeks because it just was not having any part of being resurrected. I even went out of my way to cover it in pretty stickers and it still wouldn’t do what I wanted it to do…ungrateful SOB.

So I’m back to poking away at my iPad screen, once again having forgotten to charge my Bluetooth keyboard…hey, at least I can be consistent about something right? Really though, I am struggling with what to say. I’m low, really low…and not in a fun Lil’ Jon type of way – too bad your booty doesn’t get a workout from gettin’ low on the couch; if that were the case I’d be giving the Kardashian’s a run for their money at this point…although size-wise I might be getting there anyway. Look out Kim, my badonkadonk is catching up! If only I could pay someone to airbrush it everyday, I could end up with a few more Instagram followers…anyone have a promo code for a butt lift? I wonder if you can use a contour kit on your ass…

Anyway, as I was saying before I went off on a completely predictable tangent, I’m not in a good place right now. I love my couch and everything, but it’s not really very good company. I’m starting to become that socially awkward person that nobody really knows what to do with…if I do have a conversation it’s usually with my cat, and she doesn’t give a fuck how weird I am so it’s not really a good barometer for socializing with real people. Even my writing is awkward…you really do lose it if you don’t use it, although I have noticed that it seems to be a great predictor for where I’m heading, mentally at least. In retrospect, my last two posts were all kinds of crazy, and I won’t lie to you – part of my absence was due to me “going away” for awhile. Literally. The men in white coats caught up with me again…maybe they were reading my blog…I’m rolling my eyes too, don’t feel bad.

So there it is peeps, my big return to blogging. Pretty blah, I know, but I did tell you that my writing seems to reflect my headspace, so for now that’s all I got. Stick with me, I’m hoping to come out of the gate swinging again at some point; I’ve been considering going back to plant-based eating in conjunction with testing out the baby food fad, waist training, and hot yoga, but that could all just be wishful thinking. Even just reading that I can see that it spells out a recipe for disaster – I sound like a space cadet on the road to an eating disorder…Heeeey Gwyneth, what up girl??…just kidding; I’m sure she’s a lovely lady, even though she’s crazy as balls. Maybe I should hit her up on Facebook or something…we can chat about our feelings on personal chefs, psychology, and Cup-a-Soup. Somehow I don’t think that would end well – sorry Gwyneth, maybe some other time; I do love me some Cup-a-Soup!

Anyway, hopefully I get motivated to do something soon, so that I can tell you all about it. Keep livin’ the dream peeps, whatever your dream may be ❤

Xo

M

Who Am I, And What Am I Doing Here?

Sooooo, here you are. Reading my blog. What uuup?! And what do I have to say? Well, so far, I’m not entirely sure. I tend to get a little…crazy…when I try new things. I decided I was going to try my hand at making YouTube videos and, as it turns out, you need to have an online “presence” to make a real go of anything. So, not only did I create a YouTube channel, I also created a Twitter account, an Instagram account, a Google+ account, and this blog. I stopped short of making a Facebook account in a rare moment of clarity, because it’s only been ONE DAY and I’m already out of control. Where did I put the Ativan again…

So anyway, here you are. Waiting for me to say something poignant, perhaps even earth-shattering, because who goes to all that effort to make themselves known, without knowing what they want people to know? Me. I do. #thisgirlrighthere. I dive headlong into everything, without taking the time to think about it first. So now I’m tits deep in creating this, and I haven’t even posted a YouTube video because I’m a little bit chickenshit. Maybe a lot chickenshit. What if nobody follows me? What if I get haters? What if I run out of ideas?? Well, my dear, methinks the ship containing second thoughts has sailed at this point. So just go with it, okay?

I didn’t want you coming here and finding empty space. I also forgot to charge my Bluetooth keyboard, so this post is going to be short and sweet because typing on an iPad screen is a huge pain in the ass. So here goes:

Hi, I’m Manda Edwards. I’m a wife, a mom, a blogger (I can say that now, yay me!), and an almost online presence. I’m also depressed, anxious, and probably a bit OCD, and not doing anything about it. Oh, I take my meds and stuff, but I don’t exercise, or meditate, or go to therapy.

So what exactly do I do? Not a whole lot. I’ll just come out and say it – I’m lazy af. Bump-on-a-log lazy. The power of Couch compels me. That being said, I do want to some day get off my lazy ass and “get better”.

So why, you may be asking, would I put “get better” in pretentious air quotes like it’s something mythical or preposterous? Because I’m an ass like that, and I like air quotes. And because I think it really is a little bit mythical and preposterous. What does it even mean? Is anyone really completely normal and unbroken? Hardly. Show me a perfect person and I’ll show you a perfect fool with a cracked mirror. I think someone already said that…Aristotle? Rumi?? I’ll have to google it. I may also have delusions of grandeur. My point is, we’re all a little bit broken; Some more than others, sure, but at least we’re all in the same boat when it comes to cracks in the veneer. Maybe that’s what I’m really doing here – showing you my cracks, in hopes that you might relate. Did you just giggle when I said “cracks”? If you did, you are definitely in the right place. We are sympatico bud-dy! Maybe this is me doing something. I feel like I’m on the right track here, hopefully it’ll stick.

So that was jumbled, awkward, and slightly non-sensical. Me on a good day. I’m not going to lie to you, there might be a lot of that. I blame it on the lack of keyboard for now. Also that I used the majority of my brain power searching “how to use WordPress to blog” today. FYI I’m still not sure.

So you know who I am, and you sort of know what I’m doing here. About as much as I do anyway. So I’ll put the highlights in my bio, and if you like what you…saw? Read? Whatever…come on back again. Maybe I’ll surprise us.

Until next time,

Manda

Wow, that felt so blog-y. I just blogged! Look Ma, no keyboard! Stay cool peeps.