Growing up my father gave me the single greatest gift anybody could ever place in someone’s life – he believed in me. If you ask WareBear, there is not one thing I did not want to be growing up. Why? Because my father gave me so much empowerment and encouragement to keep pushing forward.
Ware is the Vodka?!? is my little oasis. My slice of heaven on the endless interwebs with all the other cool kids. It’s my opportunity to rant and rave about the ordinary life of a twenty odd something married woman with lofty dreams.
I’m a little eclectic, vibrantly insane, and like to cause a riot or two every once in a while (more than every once in a while, but I would like to keep my dignity intact).
Life has been pretty fortunate for me because I have a man who puts up with my constant obsession that one day my blog will make me famous.
What? You don’t believe that. Do normal people not think that way?
I’m far from normal.
I’ve been on the Facebook campaign for well, myself. If you don’t believe in yourself, than nobody is going to believe in you. Basically, I’ve deemed myself the queen of self-promotion. Not one ounce of shame while reaching out to all my friends that I have this little corner of the internet that I’m just an open book.
This is my spot to pretend I’m Beyonce’s best friend, have one or six too many drinks and live to tell about, and just live for every single moment without taking anything for granted.
This is my sanctuary to find my way through this sewing hobby, make honest mistakes, and possibly convince WareBear that one day I’ll make a wild and spunky tattooed baby momma.
Slowly I’m trying to make my mark on the world or convince people that unicorns are real, I’m not entirely sure yet.
Either way, it’s great to be me.