Y’all welcome, welcome to my new blog! I’m sure you’ve already said “oh what the hell Micael, why are you calling this the anti-blog??”
Because. I don’t like to be told what to do. Or what to say. Or how to say it. AND I’M SO SICK OF ALL THOSE BLOGS THAT YOU VISIT THAT ARE OVERRUN WITH FRICKIN’ POP UP ADS. Hello, y’all remember when you could get a recipe without some editorial looking photos and a life story? Like look Linda, I’m just trying to see what you threw into your InstantPot beef stew okay, calm down.
Anybody that knows me knows I constantly tell people “you’re not my real mom.” Well I got news for you too dude, you’re also not my real mom and you can’t tell me how to blog. (Also, I call everyone dude, so let’s not get it twisted and try to throw some PC shit at me. I grew up in the Valley… everyone in Cali is a dude.)
I fought the idea of starting a blog for a long time. Things that may or may not have come out of my mouth (spoiler: they all did):
-I don’t have time
-Blogging is boring
-I’d rather stab my eye with a dull pencil
That was until I realized just like how I do everything else, I can blog, I just have to do it on my terms. Duh!
So brace yourselves. I am not going to censor myself for you. I have a potty mouth sometimes, I am pretty blunt, and I call it how I see it. At the same time I am very open with my life, whether it’s the good or the bad I struggle with (hello general anxiety disorder!), I love helping the every day human learn how to apply makeup, or share recipes or sharing stories in general to help others, and I am always available to motivate or uplift a friend in need. Like, Severus Snape levels of always. (Bonnie, if you’re reading this, don’t even start on the Snape thing okay? Not now.)
That’s it. That’s my anti-blog low down. I am vowing to myself to only blog about what interests me, and to write it in my voice. If you don’t know what I sound like, head on over to my Facebook page and catch one of my lives. Then all this weirdness will make more sense.
Oh and hi… if you don’t know me… what’s up. My name is Micael. It’s pronounced like Michael. Yes, I’m sure and yes, it is not Michelle and yes, my parents knew I was a girl. I am weird. I am blunt. Sometimes I am funny. I love my children more than life itself, I am married to the love of my life, makeup is my passion, and I’m here to share the ride with all of you.
Let’s get this party started!