^^if you know who the title is quoting, we will be best friends for life
Hello! Hi! I thought I might try out a few days of this Blogtember thing since I've had a nasty case of writers block lately. Also because I've gotten some new readers over the past few months who don't know what a delight I am! I kid. Only a little.
I'm Michelle, as most of you know. If you ever forget my name, chances are you'll call me Melissa. Though my high school band director would occasionally read my name as Michael while calling attendance. I'll respond to all three. I hail from the West Coast, but I live in Ohio for the time being, and I love it. Big cities and Amish communities. There's literally nothing else I could ask for.
I went to college in coastal North Carolina, where I did my Shakespeare homework on the beach and survived two hurricanes. It was during these days that I met my husband James. He was playing the guitar at a Christmas party where I was on a date with someone else, and I almost bought a wedding dress that night. We started dating a few months later, were in a band together, and we got married in 2011. Our wedding day was a borderline disaster, and on our honeymoon we were stranded in a foreign country with no money and nowhere to go. But that's ok, because we all need a good story to tell. We spend our time watching The Office, Friends, and New Girl over and over and discussing theology and pizza.
We have a one-year-old daughter named Gracie and a cat named Noel. Most of Gracie's clothes have cats on them, which I take to mean I'm raising her right. Motherhood is both the most natural thing in the world to me and also the most brutal slap in the face. I'm a stay-at-home mom and my life revolves around nap time and walks to the park. But don't worry! I can talk about things other than babies.
I write a lot about books, because reading is one of my biggest passions in life. I have a deep, burning love for the library and music with a banjo. A lot of people get seasonal depression in the winter, but I get it in the summer. The hotter it is, the more miserable I am. I love the change of the seasons, and I dream about tornados at least once a month. I am happiest at home, and if I didn't have a toddler to wrangle, I would want it to rain every day. I'm a very bad knitter, but I do it anyway because I love it, and I'm always trying to turn myself into Laura Ingalls Wilder. I can play The Office theme song on the piano, and I once stood behind Peter Dinklage in the Las Vegas airport.
I'm not a photographer, I don't have an Etsy shop, I'm not a foodie, I've never written about my clothes, and I've never written a sponsored post. I love to storytell and connect with other people. I've met most of my closest friends through blogging, and I'm no longer ashamed of that. In this age of clickbait and blog posts telling you what and what not to do, I'm committed to talking about embarrassing moments at the grocery store and getting stuck in a Baby Bjorn.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go turn on some music* and make some coffee**.
*maybe it's Christmas music
**pumpkin spice, I know, LAY OFF ME