"Be kind, be caring, be kinky."
I love colour! All colours from pale greys to deep jewel tones. The colour of life moves my world!
Where do you live? Where are you from?
I currently live in St. John’s, which is the capital city of Newfoundland, Canada. During my school days I lived in a small outport community on the Avalon Peninsula. I’m not sure if it’s still 100% true, but there were whisperings that my hometown was the foggiest place in Canada. To say our summers were dreadful would be an understatement. I guess it would explain why we all started experimenting with beer at an early age!
How long have you been blogging?
Pervious to starting Cold Coffee Confessions, I was writing a fitness blog for a few months. It was fine while I was motivated, but after the third post about my cheating at meals and shit I realized that I was a terrible fitness blogger. Yes, I love lifting weights and the thought of being lean, but my kids make me eat. The stresses of everyday life seem much less difficult when I have chocolate in my belly. I know it’s a dumb way to deal with things (and my very tight pants remind me in a daily basis) but it’s either chocolate or selling the kids. One of those two things is a lot less difficult to accomplish and I’ve yet to meet someone serving time in jail for being chubby.
This new blog has been on the go for two months, and what a ride it’s been so far! I think I’ve found my niche.
What made you start writing about your experiences as a wife and mother?
I was actually encouraged by my friends and family to start blogging about my experiences as a wife and mother. Updating my Facebook statuses with foolish little stories about my every day life was a fun past time, and those around me responded very positively to what I was putting up. No joke, every two days or so I would get someone asking me to start a blog. For a long time I avoided it because I really didn’t think what I had to say was interesting enough to catch anyone’s attention (outside of those I force to read my things!). After the epic failure of my fitness blog, I was no longer worried about failing. So what if people hate me? At least I’d give someone out there something to gossip about. I mean, with the fitness blog I posted pictures of myself in an ill-fitting bikini for the world to see. Seriously, it was pretty sad. I’m sure someone out there has that picture saved and is doing scary things with it. So, what difference did it make if I let people see what a train wreck staying at home with kids could be?
What kind of reactions have you had to your website?
Apparently, my views on life are very polarizing. People either really enjoy my stories, or they hate me with a burning passion. Getting hate mail is a whole new thing for me! I mean, I’ve had in-laws who have disliked me, but to know that a perfect stranger is out there bashing my name on the Internet is a whole new experience. For a while I was tracking the sites that people were bashing me on, but I had to stop after I found myself starting to doubt what I was doing. To allow little-miss-fuckhead the power to stop me from blogging was too much. The writing has given me a new, fun pastime that doesn’t require ass wiping or preparing meals. It’s been a lifesaver!
The people who like the blog seem to really like it. They see someone saying the words, vocalizing the thoughts that they’ve had but are too scared to admit. The letters from those viewers keep my blogging fires burning. Either way, after two months and roughly 280,000 views, I must be saying something that interests someone :D
Do you consider yourself a feminist? Why? Why not?
I don’t consider myself a feminist, but I do believe in women standing up for themselves and their rights. My role as a SAHM came about simply because I felt it was the right choice for my children and our family. I fully support the women who go back to work after kids, those who never work at all and let their partner take the financial responsibility for the family. For me, the only important part is that women do what is best for them and their loved ones. Everyone is so different; it wouldn’t make sense for me to judge another woman because her choices.
I am a very strong woman with very strong opinions. My husband knows this all too well, (Sorry, Hubs! But not really.) and I am raising my boys to be equally as strong. It is so important for us to raise the next generation to ignore boundaries based on sex. If my boys want to grow up to be housewives, good on them! If they marry women who want to keep their own last name and become a CEO of a company, great! If my child decides to become a professional UFC fighter and grunt out every sentence, I’m fine with that. The main thing is that they never look another human being in the face and tell them that they can’t do something based on the way that nature created them. Seriously, people! Some of us have a vagina; some of us have a penis. The only thing that should determine is which way you choose to pee in the woods.
There are not as many stay at home mums around these days. How are you finding it?
Honestly, I find it fucking hard. The mental challenge is worse than any university exam I ever had to face. I left a job managing a museum to stay at home with my kids. Having spent years in school, then working various jobs, to sitting at home with my boob out while a child has an explosive crap out of his diaper all over my forearm, I can say without a doubt that my former life was ten times easier and at times so much more enjoyable. There was a freedom that I had without kids that I never really appreciated. That being said, I wouldn’t have my life any other way. My kids are my entire world. I love them to the ends of this earth and as miserable as I may feel at times, especially on the days when I haven’t spoke to an adult in a week and everyone is sick with a cold, I still have the privilege to look these two little miracles in the eyes and know that they were destined to be here with me. They make my life worth living.
We love your open and honest writing. Is it hard to be honest? Do you ever get scared of what the reactions might be?
It isn’t hard for me to be honest. Growing up, I was always the kid with the answers. If someone had an embarrassing question or needed someone to ask an embarrassing question, I was your gal. It isn’t that I have no shame, but I feel like we are raised to be ashamed of things that we shouldn’t be! My whole post on my vagina and queefing? That was easy. You find me a woman who hasn’t queefed during sex and I’ll show you a big, fat, cunny-farting liar. If I was scared to ask questions, there is a pretty good chance I would have thought I was permanently broken after childbirth. Women need to be honest and open with one another about this stuff because we all experience it in one way or another and there is no shame in it at all! No, my experiences probably won’t be yours, and that’s okay! But feel free to tell me yours, and maybe I’ll learn something new and not be as panicked when it happens to me later on.
Not everyone enjoys my honesty and I’ve been told in the past that I should shut my mouth. You know, keep this shit private. Respect my elders. Respect my family! Yeah, Uhm … not a chance. I won’t tell the world about your life (I keep secrets like it’s my job!) but if it is a story about my life, my body, or my thoughts you can bet your prudish little ass that I’ll share that freely. Life is too short to have shame or feel embarrassed.
Have you always been funny? Ha! Weird question! Have you always liked making people laugh? Or do you do it by accident?
It has to be by accident. I never set out to be funny when I write, but I do enjoy a little exaggeration now and then. While growing up, we were poor and it took a pretty damn good sense of humor to get through the things we had to deal with. If you get the six of us together in a room, my family and I will have you laughing and most likely praying for our souls by the end of the day. Any humour that comes through in my writing is a direct reflection of the way I was raised. When you live in a world void of the fun things that money can buy, your best defense is to take the gifts that nature gave you, like humour, and use it to make every day the best damn day that money can’t possibly buy. We may not have had much but I have a better relationship with my family than most people I know.
I loved your article about playgroup. My least favorite memory from when my daughter was little was when I took her to (fucking) Mainly Music. Worst day of my life. I never went back. Do you feel like you are writing things that other women want to say about motherhood but can't?
Absolutely! I hear it after every post. Women will write me in private and share their experiences, telling me all the things they deal with on a daily basis. I’ve actually mentioned to a few people about doing a guest post on the blog because their stories are fantastic, but they’ve mostly all declined out of fear of what others would say. It’s like being a good mother/wife and being an honest person with honest feelings are mutually exclusive. If anything, I hope that my blog helps women realize they can have it all! Calling your kids assholes don’t mean you don’t love them, just as staying silent in hopes to be seen as the perfect wife does not equate to living a happy life.
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