What’s my story?
I don’t have a story. I’m just a girl in a bar. (If you didn’t know I ripped that straight from Grey’s Anatomy, then you have a whole lot of Hulu to catch up on. You can thank me later.)
Well, hey there. I’m Kelly. Born and raised Alaskan, yet getting along quite nicely in San Diego. I live with a sexy piece of man meat, which I affectionately refer to as my husband Tom. He’s dreamy. You’ll see.
I’m not quite sure what I want to be when I grow up, but my LinkedIn profile thinks I’m headed down a pretty insurance-y, social media-y path. I write a lot for other people, but never much for myself. This is me making change in the world.
I used to tell people I’d be a published author by age 25. Not so funny story—it didn’t happen (apparently it doesn’t happen to most 25-year-olds). So, here I am, blogging my heart away.
Life’s too short to waste time hating things. Except for belly fat. I’ll always hate my belly fat. And bugs. Anyway, you can expect to read about things I literally love more than anything, like God, my husband, traveling, booze, San Diego, booze, food, booze, attempts at working away the belly fat, booze… you get the idea. Fun stuff.
So laugh with me and love with me, because you’ll probably never live with me.
And don’t forget. I’m also just a girl. Writing in front of the world. Asking them to love her. (I basically ripped that one off, too. Don’t judge me.)