I am mom to an almost 4 year old grenade of bizarre boy-child. I am wifey to a 42 year old tornado of man-child. I work 12 hours a day and can’t keep house worth a damn. I am currently embarking on one of those life affirming lame ass “journeys” that hippies, reality tv people and rich housewives are always talking about. I have a new job, a tidy and sufficient dosage of good old fashioned pharmaceuticals and an absolutely annoying habit of sharing my thoughts from time to time.
I try to be a good wife, parent and friend. I acknowledge my dark side, but don’t choose to embrace it. I am learning the basic principles of Buddhism and how it relates to me and how I treat myself and others. But about The Crab Bucket. Lulu and I are dedicated to keep each other out of the crab bucket. And hopefully, help keep other women out as well. As with all humans, I struggle with it. I fall and pull people down with me. But other times, I make it to the top and take people with me too. I also taste good with melted butter. Seriously.