I purchased this space almost three years ago. Three years. So I procrastinate a little bit. Okay, a lotta bit. Honestly, I just didn’t know what I wanted to write about. I still don’t. And now I’m wondering if this is just a colossal waste of time because podcasts are the thing. And I don’t really “do” social media, so how would anyone even find this? I saw a t-shirt recently that said “Hold on, let me overthink this.” I should own it.

Okay, I’ve thought about it. I’ve decided I give zero F’s about who sees it and who likes it. I just enjoy the creative writing process. But I don’t want this to be a completely aimless collection of randomness. A colleague of mine is allegedly keeping a list of all the things that annoy him so he can start a blog. It’s a pretty impressive list. Like me, I think he finds people in general fairly annoying. But I digress…

Let’s just start with this: I am a 50-year-old woman, married for 20 years. I have one step-daughter who has a daughter; therefore, I am a grandmother (I go by Ya Ya). I was born and raised in Georgia and currently live in Arizona. I very much consider myself a Southerner. I have two Shih Tzus, and they are my babies. They have also been my co-workers during this whole social distancing business. People have told me I’m funny. My high school classmates told the school paper I was the biggest brown-noser for the senior edition. Clearly I knew even then that you catch more flies with honey. Duh.

Lucy is the nickname my parents gave me when I was about two years old. They still call me that on occasion. As a very young girl, I thought I was given that nickname because I was hilarious and had adorable curly red hair. “I Love Lucy” was in syndication in the 70’s, and Lucille Ball was a comedic icon. Later I discovered I was bestowed that nickname after Lucy the Peanuts character. Because I was bossy. At two.

I prefer sassy to bossy and salty to crotchety. So maybe instead of “classy, savage, bougie, ratchet,” I’m more like “sassy, salty, nerdy, cheesy.” If that’s confusing to you, imagine how my therapist feels.

I have a feeling this is going to be an aimless collection of randomness after all.