A Little Kick in the Tail...
I am going on a limb and assuming that 99.99% of you personally know me...like in real life. The other .01% more than like just accidentally stumbled upon this post thinking that you were going to find someone or something completely different. Now is your time to run...like seriously...the complete cluster that is going to very quickly become this blog might not be for everyone. And that's okay. But don't come back in a couple of months and complain about it...I gave you fair warning.
So where to exactly begin? Again, most of you probably know me in real life or at least in semi-real like, which can be interpreted as we met once, maybe twice, became Facebook or Instagram friends, but don't actually know who in the actual hell each other is. That's cool. At least you clicked on the link like you might potentially be interested in what I have to say. Or at least you're going to pretend you do, which is more effort than I would make if the situations were reversed. And you can't be pissed about me saying that. I'm just trying to be honest. :)
For those of you who have no idea who I am, hi there. My name is Stevie Nicole Dimery and I'm an almost 30-year-old single mother of an almost 7-year old little boy who was named after a baseball bat. I still know have a 401k or really even completely understand what that combination of letters and numbers mean, nor do I actually have one even though I promised a previous professor that I would do that. Sorry, Solomon. I seriously just keep forgetting...maybe one day. I have been engaged a grand total of, wait for it, three times. Yes, you read that correctly. Of those three engagements, I called off one a month before the wedding, the next ended up being a complete cluster of a situation, and the third engagement made it past the engagement period, found itself getting married in a little North Carolina courthouse and divorced years later. But more on that later.
It's Monday, December 4, 2017 and I am sitting in one of the two chairs I have in my 750 square foot apartment listening to the sweet sounds of country music and a thunderstorm rolling in. Yeah, I live in freaking Iowa. It's December. It's not snowing yet, in fact it got to 64 degrees today. And there's a damn thunderstorm rolling in. Trust me, the Oklahoma girl in me is loving every freaking second of this warmer weather and soaking in every single moment of this thunderstorm. But I mean...come on. It's December...IN IOWA. Can't a Southern girl just get some damn snow already?! The best part about this is the fact that I will more likely than not be bitching about the same snow I'm begging for in less than a month.
One of the few escapes that I get is in my writing. I figure that at the very least, this blog will allow me to voice some of the things that I don't necessarily just post on social media willy nilly or talk about upon first meeting someone. My goal...be able to be that little glimmer of hope or joy that someone has throughout their day. Maybe some of the shit (sorry Nana) that I've gone though or am currently going through will speak to someone else. Maybe, just maybe, I can be a little bit of a difference for someone.
So whether you just click on the link to say that you clicked on it or you manage to get through my ramblings, I hope that no matter why you ended up here, the click was worth it.
Keep On. Always.
Stevie Nicole
**Also...if anyone knows anything about possibly making my blog page remotely presentable, let me know. When it comes to that stuff, Easton probably knows more than I do. :)
So where to exactly begin? Again, most of you probably know me in real life or at least in semi-real like, which can be interpreted as we met once, maybe twice, became Facebook or Instagram friends, but don't actually know who in the actual hell each other is. That's cool. At least you clicked on the link like you might potentially be interested in what I have to say. Or at least you're going to pretend you do, which is more effort than I would make if the situations were reversed. And you can't be pissed about me saying that. I'm just trying to be honest. :)
For those of you who have no idea who I am, hi there. My name is Stevie Nicole Dimery and I'm an almost 30-year-old single mother of an almost 7-year old little boy who was named after a baseball bat. I still know have a 401k or really even completely understand what that combination of letters and numbers mean, nor do I actually have one even though I promised a previous professor that I would do that. Sorry, Solomon. I seriously just keep forgetting...maybe one day. I have been engaged a grand total of, wait for it, three times. Yes, you read that correctly. Of those three engagements, I called off one a month before the wedding, the next ended up being a complete cluster of a situation, and the third engagement made it past the engagement period, found itself getting married in a little North Carolina courthouse and divorced years later. But more on that later.
It's Monday, December 4, 2017 and I am sitting in one of the two chairs I have in my 750 square foot apartment listening to the sweet sounds of country music and a thunderstorm rolling in. Yeah, I live in freaking Iowa. It's December. It's not snowing yet, in fact it got to 64 degrees today. And there's a damn thunderstorm rolling in. Trust me, the Oklahoma girl in me is loving every freaking second of this warmer weather and soaking in every single moment of this thunderstorm. But I mean...come on. It's December...IN IOWA. Can't a Southern girl just get some damn snow already?! The best part about this is the fact that I will more likely than not be bitching about the same snow I'm begging for in less than a month.
One of the few escapes that I get is in my writing. I figure that at the very least, this blog will allow me to voice some of the things that I don't necessarily just post on social media willy nilly or talk about upon first meeting someone. My goal...be able to be that little glimmer of hope or joy that someone has throughout their day. Maybe some of the shit (sorry Nana) that I've gone though or am currently going through will speak to someone else. Maybe, just maybe, I can be a little bit of a difference for someone.
So whether you just click on the link to say that you clicked on it or you manage to get through my ramblings, I hope that no matter why you ended up here, the click was worth it.
Keep On. Always.
Stevie Nicole
**Also...if anyone knows anything about possibly making my blog page remotely presentable, let me know. When it comes to that stuff, Easton probably knows more than I do. :)
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