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So there I am! Living it up in my 30-somethings with a ridiculously hot hubby, 3 seriously outgoing matter-of-fact smart beautiful kids, a cat named Roxii that just won't quit, 2 chihuahuas named Lokii (what was I thinking) and Brodii who don't understand the concept of pee outside.

I'm a strongly opinionated, outspoken, inappropriate and absolutely unapologetic chick going through this thing called life and trying to do it with my sanity intact. So far, this isn't working out so well!

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Why Yes, I am a Bitch!

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More often than not lately, I find myself meeting new bloggers, and by new I don't mean fresh outta the box all shiny and shit, I'm referring to ones I just haven't had the displeasure of meeting yet, ones that have been around the block.

Not that being new is a problem. Sometimes being the New Kid on the Block (Yup, I totally just went there with that – I love you Joey Mac!!!) is amazeballs. Companies see you and get giddy and clasp their hands like Mr. Burns and send their minions to hunt you down. Newbs teach us, me, so many things. I do not consider myself seasoned by any means. Until my blog is rolling in 70k a day (visitors people) I think I have a long way to go before I can say seasoned. One word I will use however is established. Not as established as I would really like, but I’m definitely not new.

I will vouch that people know me. I will vouch that people get excited when they know I’m attending a conference they are going to and can’t wait to meet me. I don’t say this to toot my own horn, no really, I say this because it’s true.

Why you ask? No it’s ok, I don’t mind you asking. I get asked the same thing from people, some people repeatedly because they are just as perplexed as I am about it. My own husband reads my blogs (yeah I said blogs, I have quite a handful of them) and as he’s laughing jovially to himself he says it too…why?

I honestly haven’t the slightest idea. I’m not sure I would be excited to meet me if I were you. Mostly because I do everything the opposite of what the masses do. I curse, and don’t give a fuck, I call people on their shit, and it doesn’t bother me. I am so sick and tired of people taking advantage of me, and other people that I care about, that I guess I lost my ‘proper’ button. I am told all the time that I have absolutely no censor button what-so-ever…clearly I lost that one as well. It’s totally rad.

Something I am super tired of though, is people telling me how to blog. People trying to offer up their ‘expertise’ by telling me there is a place and time to be “trashy” and the blog isn’t that place. This not only makes me laugh but it also pisses me off. If you’ve ever met me in real life, not sitting behind a computer screen, you notice first and foremost how straight up I am. What you see if what you get…and what you read about. This is who I am. This is who I am in real life every single day. I get happy, sad, mad, irritated, super ragingly pissed, giggle happy and I wouldn’t change a single thing.

Ok I lie. I would change something. I would change how I let THOSE people define me. THOSE are the people that live in a dream world. I would lick the sweat of a…err cheeseburger if for once I could go to a conference, or a workshop, where everyone showed up exactly how they do to their real life each day. I’d be the first one jumping in to the photo with the chick that has the hottest pajama pants I’ve ever seen and perfectly unperfect hair and make-up. Why? Because she’s the bloggess I want to read about. She’s the one that along with her coffee stained favourite shirt (that I swear when I find in my size again I’m replacing) is laying it down raw and real and not afraid to be her brand.

I don’t pretend to live some glamorous life. I don’t pretend that my marriage and family life is perfect (although I won’t lie, it’s pretty damn close right now). I don’t think that the number of views my blog gets, or how many times I’ve been asked to guest post makes me better than anyone else. People become so caught up in this “spotlight” that they don’t even have the damn time to work with an actual brand doing shit. So they pop up a giveaway on their blog but I bet if asked them it some wouldn’t even remember which one you were talking about. The little guys, whether new or completely seasoned, some experts even (that haven’t got that glazed eye look yet), are the ones that can have the absolute most impact on anything you work with them for.

How do you become one of these people? Be real. Be honest. Be blunt. BE YOU! People whether brands or fellow blog masters, appreciate it, appreciate YOU. They value your opinions.

Of course I’m sure there are ones that I have scared away because of my complete lack of ability to ass kiss my way around, but that’s ok. I have chosen to disassociate myself with so many who do just that. When your fake persona is gushing from every facet of your being, and hanging out your ass, and you are failing to realize that it is doing just that, I just can’t bring myself to not call you on your shit at some point.

Despite this entirely sassy, bitchy, forward, completely uncensored image that I haven’t really worked hard at, brands still approach ME. In the beginning I went looking, and occasionally I still do, for opportunities to work with brands and reach out to my readers but at the end of the day my inbox functions just fine. Brands come back and repeatedly do business with me. They find value in my opinion. I have other bloggers messaging/emailing me a lot as well, even through DM on twitter saying they wish they could just spill it and not be so afraid of staining their image, that it is getting hard to keep up with the show. Some have even said they are blogging less and less.

My response? Stop being a pussy already. Why are you trying to impress all the wrong people?! They are the same people that will toss your ass under the bus one day to further their own blogging careers. Toss their useless asses out. Do it!

Unless of course you enjoy being back seat to them. If that is the case, mind putting up MY blog badge on your site and doing some free promotion for me? No, no, of course I’m going to talk to my guy for you and hook you up with all this too…no really. What’s your name again? Thanks.

Yes. I am a bitch. I wasn’t kidding!

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