I’m a rockstar, bitch.  Deal with it.

I like to make mad-talk like I’m actually taller than 5-foot-and-a-whole-damn-inch, but modeling agencies seem to think I’m too short to do any real damage.  What they don’t know is that I can deliver one swift kick to the shins and bring even the big kids down.  Or, I can use my charming ways to make them cry.

I might attempt to sew myself into a dress or to make my own soap and candles, but I still shave my legs.  I’m not a dirty hippy, but I sure as hell don’t like being told what to do.

I am BossSanders.

I’m a bitch.  I’m a princess.  I’m compassionate.  I’m a firecracker.

I began my blog as a journal for my friends and family to keep up with our lives – that, and I was feeling too cheap to pay for postage for a bi-weekly family newsletter.  Plus, I was able to post my Christmas wishlists so people would quit buying me freaking mass-made knitted sweatshirts with light up shit all across the front.

But, then…something unexpected happened.

People began reading my blog – and, while I’m still not sure the majority cares about a word I say (I probably popped up on Google for some weird search like: “itchy boobs” or “naked at the kitchen table” or something), I’m not complaining.  In the process, I’m pretty sure half of the friends and family that started out reading my blog have pretty much left by now.  (Next week, I’ll probably title a post “Leaving my husband, becoming a man” just to see which family/friends are still around.)  Some of my family hates the occasional curse word, and most of them think I’m a nutcase for putting it “all out there.”

But, trust me.  I don’t put it all out there.  I’m always real, but I hold a lot back.  Sometimes, not everything has to be said.

And, while some have said they don’t understand why I’d write something on my blog that I wouldn’t tell my aunt…

Well, all I can say is…You don’t know me very well, then….Do you?

If you ask me, I will tell you.  So, if you don’t want to know, don’t ask me.

Quite frankly, I like this blog.  It’s my journal, it’s my sounding board, it’s my release.  I like being able to write some of the most random things and knowing that if people want to know, they will come and read.  And, when it comes to family events, half of my family already knows so I don’t even have to tell the same stupid story and updates 80 freakin’ times.  Actually, sometimes I even hear other people telling my stories…and that’s kind of cool.  Like having someone talk for me so I can sit back and stuff my face with cupcakes.

So, here’s the deal.  This is my blog.  My ideas and thoughts change as I grow and as I forget what I was just about to say…

Wait…what was I talking about…?

But, it’s mine.  And, while some of you are convinced I’m going straight to hell because I have the audacity to be honest, well…spiffy.

But, for the other 80 percent who’s convinced I’ll be trucked off to the loony bin first…all I can say is…

You have to catch me first.

(BossSanders is back.  You might want to cover your eyes and ears.)

Welcome back!