This isn't who I am. From confidence to self doubt, in 60 seconds.

I have decided my “about me” section on this here blog has been beyond lame. It was so MySpace-circa-2005 cliché lame. It was embarrassing and sure to scare people as far away from my boring ass blog as they could get. Obviously, this highlighted just how cool I really am, but alas it is time for a change. So I felt it was time to write a little something about myself. Well, really, I am just bored, but hey it suits an unimportant need so here we go.

(My teenage parents got a Polaroid camera for a wedding gift. All of my baby pics are Polaroids. This makes people laugh at me and call me "hood". Thanks pals!)

My name is Charissa (Shuh-Ris-Ah) however I pretty much respond to whatever you decide to call me. Everyone butchers my name all the time. I just go along with whatever version fits the speaker's need, you know, like a term of endearment or something. It was so bad that Kindergarten – 6th grade I just went by my nickname of Chrissy. Kept it simple.

(Check out this sweet outfit and hair combo. I pulled the shirt out of my mom's closet, used a lot of safety pins to hide my nonexistent boobies, and gave myself some hideous, fluffy ass hair-do. Shame.)

I am the oldest of five children, one sister and three brothers. So I tend to want to mother and take care of everyone a lot. If it ever starts to bug you just tell me to shut it.

(This is all of us minus my baby brother Preston.)

Joey and I have two sons, for their privacy & the fear that one day they will hate me for it, I don’t use their real names in my blog. Plus my nicknames for them (Sookie Pookie and Double D) are far too enchanting to not use to describe them every day! Maybe I can even use it as a threat since these days what happens on the internet stays on the internet. Threats are the key to good parenting.

(The little dudes)


As far as work goes I have an awesome job as a Customer Service Manager and spend my days running a call center. Due to that fact though I have to be super careful about things and I don’t share any stories about work, which would make for super funny blogs, but hey this… is life. I’m actually kind of a freak about it and will go to great lengths to protect my personal life and work from crossing paths. I should probably lighten up a little bit, but I won’t.

As far as my personal interests go I really like to write, play guitar, whine (I don’t like to be cold, hungry, bored, or without my phone), and spend time with the fam and friends. I am constantly doing something; I struggle to just be sometimes. There is always something to do, someone to talk to, some problem to solve. And I probably annoy my Twitter pals to no end, but those that love me don’t mind, or at least ignore me.

In closing, this really isn't a much improved bio, but it gave me something to do besides go to sleep, because who needs sleep anyway??

(This is my most recent photo. November 2011. I really shouldn't have given myself this fringe after watching a how-to video on youtube. Really.)

And these are the words you wish you wrote down. This is the way you wish your voice sounds.

Writer’s block, I’ve got a case of it. I half-start about ten bajillion posts and then delete them. I want to write about everything and anything ranging from ‘Moving’ to ‘First School Experiences’ (to include detailed recaps of my outfits. Kindergarten – purple. Boss.) to ‘The Overwhelming Desire That I Have to Tear Apart a Bunch of Clothes And Sew Them Back Together to Form Uber Awesome Fashion Pieces’.

Yet most nights instead of whipping up these glorious bits of literary genius entertainment, I find myself instead on the phone all night, helping my youngest draw up tortoises – which are SO not the same thing as turtles as I’ve been heavily reminded repeatedly, cleaning the house like a superfreak – superfreak, or watching ‘Sister Wives’ on Netflix (PS – I don’t get why those ladies all love that dude so much, he’s kind of a lame! PPS – I just started watching this show and I’m not 100% why I am intrigued, but I am and well, it’s something to do to not do something, I guess). Where is my mind?

I think in times of late I have just had a lot on my plate, starting with work, family, and moving house after 10-YEARS (I feel so old to have had my own home for 10-years already. Holyyyy shit dudes!). Hopefully soon I can start writing again more consistently. More than just short poems saved in the memo app of my phone. More than just work emails. More than just simple replies to the homies on Social Networking sites via phone. I want to write something real. OK? Please & thanks!

Lately my interests range from Fashion to Politics, from Parenting to Business Management. I’m all over the place. Adult A freakin D to the D yo! If I could keep up with everything I want to do I wouldn’t have time to sleep, which I already don’t do a lot of anyway, just ask Twitter. I want to play my guitar, and paint, and decorate my house, and cook, and run/go to yoga (OH UNIVERSE, PLEASE HELP A GIRL FIND HER WAY BACK TO A REGULAR WORKOUT PLAN, PUHLEEZE!) and obviously, I can go on and on and on like a lame version of the energizer bunny who just doesn’t have enough hours in the day to keep on going and going and going... And I want to do all of these things simultaneously whilst eating good (I’ll leave “good” open for interpretation) food and laying in bed unwinding from a hectic business day snuggling my Chihuahua. Thanks brain.

Is it too early to start resolutioning for the New Year?