My name is Lisa. Who the hell is Elle? Well it started as L. But you know all those initials people use are just about as useless as tits on a boar. Let’s face it. I have no clue who your sister’s cousin’s dog G is. Tell me the fricken dog is named Gertrude. What is this? The blogger witness protection program.
Sorry, where was I?
I am returning to blogging after taking a multiple year hiatus. I started blogging in 2005 here. Then we had a tragic mishap in our adoption process so we moved here. Life of Elle started as my own personal journey to and through motherhood. It’s also further affirmation to my family that I am, in fact, nuts.
My return was sparked by being diagnosed with Breast Cancer on February 15, 2017.
I suffer from Seasonal Affect Disorder. It makes me really bitchy and moody in the winter. However, a few years ago I discovered the wonderful world of Oriental Medicine. Now I’m happy. I like happy. My family likes happy. Ebay doesn’t. I try to sell my child less often now.
I believe that a woman should be treated like a lady. Open the door for us, pull out the chair and would it kill you to bring us some flowers on occasion. I believe that political correctness is a bunch of crap. I don’t want to be called a domestic engineer. I am a stay-at-home mom. Flight attendants will forever be known as stewardesses in my book and let’s face it… I’m short. Not vertically challenged. I believe that one pair of expensive shoes is better than 20 pairs of cheap ones. I believe you should never go out of the house with chipped nail polish. I believe you should give a damn as to what you look like and I believe that spandex are a privilege. Not a right.
I am a shoe whore. I love Indian food. And hockey is just better. That’s why.
While reading and commenting please observe the Talking Out of Your Ass Rule. I believe in anthropological correctness. I am entitled to my own opinion as are you. You are more than welcome to share your views with me, but don’t think for a second that I will agree with you. If you want to change my mind you better damn well provide a valid argument to back it up. Otherwise you are talking out of your ass, and I know all about that.
If you really need to bitch, do it directly to me. You can reach me at elle at lifeofelle dot com.
* it’s pronounced Ah-leg, not Oh-leg. Get it right.
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