Dark Humor & Full of Sass; I’m a Woman With a Sailor’s Mouth & Taller Than Your Dad.

Guess what, folks? Nothing about me is quite “common.”

I managed to get some work done on my morning mindfulness art progression! That is always a relaxing win.

I love how relaxing simple lines & shapes are.

I love black & white works, too. However, I have a fondness for color. Make it loud & proud. I find it odd that most Zen line art does not utilize color.

So, I do things a little differently. If confused, just read the title of this post again.

I hope you’re just different enough to stand out in the crowd, too!

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Some people are just “built differently.”

I am one of those people. I think outside the box. I stopped growing* at 6 feet. I have linebacker shoulders, man-sized hands & feet bigger than my poor boyfriend!

(*In height, mind you. I am a big lady, and my round did not quite stop… rounding?)

I have had men flirt with me by saying they literally wanted to climb me like a tree.

Food for thought.

(Please don’t climb me. It will hurt now.)

I have advanced degenerative disc disease, and I am 5’10” at this time. My spine is trying to make me an “average” height. It has only succeeded in bringing me down to the proud distinction of an average male.

My humor is dark (and insulting to those who dislike it). I could make a pirate blush. I will share perverted jokes “like a man” and get side-eye from my boyfriend, who finds it a little odd.

I have been shamed for my bold mannerisms and laughed with the best of them who enjoy it.

I’m looking at you, bestie, because you have a mouth and dirty humor that can fit into any biker bar. Love you, girl.

I am definitely built differently.

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I think that is why this sticker hit home for me.

My momma didn’t raise no Stepford wife! Just sayin’.

Another thought that comes to mind is the line: You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you cannot take the trailer park out of the girl.

I laugh my butt off at this thought. I am not a “trailer trash” girl, but I can tell you that some of the most resourceful people I have known actually fall under that stereotype.

They seem to know what it is like to struggle and get by, much better than so many others. They’re also less likely to just conform.

They know who they are. A Stepford wife does not. Again, just sayin’.

Class? That does not equate to real.

I can dress up and look quite presentable. I am polite, personable, and make friends rather easily! I just relate well to many.

I’ll also send dirty memes to my boyfriend or make perverted remarks in private because, well, I am under my own roof.

If I cannot be myself at home… then where?!

Back to the sticker…

I found it quite hilarious, and with my perception of the stereotype, that is one sticker I had to keep.

Most of the stickers I received made me snicker, though. See for yourself.

I couldn’t fit all 53 stickers into one photo. As it was, my “sticker haul” reveal was a video. That didn’t even do them justice.

That cat with a *stabby* gave me quite a few giggles, too. Looking at you, Lily!

(Don’t worry, Lily is my cat.)

Like I said, I am not a Stepford in any form.

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Let’s not get into the many hours spent recording videos and promoting two small businesses, because I put my time where my mouth is.

Can I just say how awesome these are! They are spooky-cute stickers that I absolutely love! A couple were for me, the Gemini stickers in purple, and the rest are going out in Letters of Care.

Similarly, the stickers previously mentioned are moving on to new homes as well. Sans a couple, like the “All Trash, No Trailer” treasure that started a whole rabbit hole of thought.

I just love being able to support small businesses, bring some eyes to their wonderful goods, and share the love outward in a free letter to boost the mood of others.

It is my goal to boost others up, not drag them down.

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There was a whole moment I left the house, though!

I had to go check the mail using a universally accepted mobility aid―my car. So, yes, technically I did just drive down.

Can we, well, agree that cars are a mobility aid that most people use, though?!

Right? Right?!

Anyway, I decided if I was going to check the mail, then I might as well go to the drive-thru-only coffee shop next door.

At that point, I hadn’t drunk any coffee yet today, anyway. I decided to try their Nutty Buddy. I didn’t recognize it from their menu, but it was in the app.

Then I just sat in my car. Parked. In my own backyard parking area.

(We were blessed to buy a house that was once a business, so they don’t have just a driveway. We have a whole pea stone parking lot. Kinda cool!)

I checked out my mail.

I was excited to see a small refund for paying my car insurance early.

It was a relaxing moment with my specialty coffee, not under a roof while working.

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My life isn’t very exciting, but I have enough sass to make it almost seem like it!

Does the title make sense to you now?

Have a beautiful day, my friends. Until next time!