I’m Sher Bailey, and this is what you need to know…
I am the most ordinary, uninteresting, plain-Jane, every-woman, you’ll ever meet. If you’ve ever felt you’ve messed up at marriage, motherhood, or being “normal”, I’ve messed up eleventy times worse.
I spend a lot of time trying to wipe the crazy off my face.
My hope is you’ll read MY crazy and you’ll feel WAY better about yours.
I write about the funny things that happen to me, around me, and in the case of that one time in Albuquerque – on me.
I also write about my health challenges, places I go, and how I pay for all that. I hate working for the man. Also for the woman. While I’ve done it a time or two in my life, I’ve almost exclusively worked for myself. I wouldn’t say I’m an expert on making money outside the traditional 9-5 world, but I’m at least on level 7 in the game. If there is a way to make money, save it, squeeze it, or fold it into origami shapes, I probably know about it. If you read my blog, you will too.
I became a Mom in 1984 & again in 1994 – I’m a blogger since 2004 – and I’ve been alive since 1964.
I should play the lottery. All fours.
I like to get married. I like to get divorced. Gun to head, I’d have to say I dig the divorce parties way more than the marriage parties, but there is some stupid law that says I have to do one before I can get the other. Sheesh.
I love to travel and I have a great travel partner (everyone should have one). Nothing makes us happier in life (other than our kids and my grandmonkeys) than going places, trying new things and meeting fun people as we go.
Oh – and not for nothing, I have OCD. I have it harder than a goat loves a stump. Not the pretend kind everyone says they have, but the real kind that makes me worry God will kill my neighbor’s cat if I don’t touch the oven knobs seven times. It’s fun – you’ll enjoy it with me.
I swear, but not a lot because my daughter and my Daddy sometimes read what I write. My son doesn’t, but only because he’s in college. He’s not allowed by law to take any interest in what I do unless it directly affects his chance of getting money from Momma.
Thanks for reading/watching/getting me. I want to buy you a pony.
You can contact me, but only if you have something nice to say. I dislike grumpy humans. I strongly suggest “Dear Sher, you want a Moonpie?” in the subject line. That always gets my attention. I’m not good at answering. I’m like a congressman or your ex-husband.
Wondering where to start reading? I suggest you click here. Be brave. You can do it.