In case you haven't noticed I've been MIA this week due to this thing we here at the Bird call - 'A helluva lot of work because love don't pay the bills.' During this time I received emails from a few entities (much like I'm sure you received) asking me to share their information on my blog. I declined and one, in particular, really did not like it--despite my repeated attempts to explain that the content did not match my blog and would, therefore, not make sense here.
Let's take a moment and examine some of the things I usually talk about: my cats, cookies, gluten-free experiments, the chef, hippies, my spirited neighbors, that time I saw the Mary Kay pink Cadillac, the occasional pair of shoes, summer breezes, fringe and a good pair of jeans.
Oh, and margaritas and how it would be nice if I could get a maid once a month. (That last part has been on my mind a lot this week).
I've employed the blanket effect above, but you get where I'm coming from. In that spirit I have opted to stick to content that the 5 or 10 of you who are left have come to expect and anticipate. Interesting, edge of your seat type content. The stuff that, say, a three car garage waiting to be filled is made of. Case in point:
All of it, except the man, should be strewn across my living room right now.
Teepee lover in the house. White cowboy boot fanatic on the rise.
Cat-tastic.
Blanket's cousins.
More of Blanket's relatives.
These croc bar stools I contemplated purchasing before the Chef
shook me out of 'the flea market fuzz' clouding my judgment.
I am not for sale but, moreover, my blog is not a place where I just slap up any old thing because someone would like me to or thinks it would be good content. That's my call and it's not being rude, it is being honest. Now if a turquoise dealer wanted to send me some items THAT would make sense because I wear turquoise. And if a gluten-free company wanted me to sample their flour mix THAT would make sense because I cook and bake gluten-free. Or if someone wanted me to share info on how to integrate feral cats into their home THAT would make sense because I have done it.
And that's all I have to say about that.
