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Hey! I’m so glad you’re here. I’m Jess, Jess the Mess. If you’re like me, sometimes life may seem out of control, like you’re living in the back seat, like you just can’t win, or just simply put, a MESS. In a world of perfection getting shoved down our throats on social media, sometimes you just need a dose of reality. I’m not talking reality TV, I’m talking real life, relatable, human beings going the same struggles and experiences as you. I’m not saying this is a doom and gloom kind of space, quite the opposite, actually. My goal here is to share a little bit about my life and journey to find balance and peace in a very complicated and “messy” life and to find some humor in it. So if you’re someone like me, just trying to survive, and dare I say, thrive… lets be friends, buckle up and enjoy the ride!

So if you’re from around here (talking to no one in particular, because no one reads my blog), you’ll know that it has been terribly, obnoxiously, dreadfully cold. I mean colder than it’s been in my lifetime—heck, in my parents’ lifetimes—like negative “feels like” temps for over a week cold. GET. ME. OUT.

Also, since no one reads this and it’s more of a diary at this point, I also recently decided to take a step back from my big-girl job to spend more time in the barn. Yay! NOT!

Anyway, back to my evening thoughts… as I’m writing this I have a very impatient kid shouting at me that he needs his blanket, which I am kindly preheating for him in the dryer… because… we ran out of oil. (Don’t worry, he has the blanket now. I’m not a terrible mom who prioritizes her blog that no one reads over the comfort of her freezing kid.)

Eek! Now, if this were most other households, maybe we’d go into panic mode because who the heck is going to deliver oil to us at 7:00 pm on a Sunday… Super Bowl Sunday. But not this house. Why? Because I have the most handy, wonderful husband who knows exactly what to do in situations like this (and the one this morning when I launched my car off the driveway and into a snowbank before he was even out of bed). He puts on his Carhartt bibs, Carhartt jacket, and Carhartt hat, so he’s one large Carhartt-tan, snow-loving yeti-man, hops on the tractor, and saves the day—while I sit with my own preheated blanket, in front of the pellet stove, with two of the dogs to keep me warm.

See: Large Carhartt-tan, snow-loving yeti-man!

Now, really where I was going with this—since we’ve established this is, in fact, a diary and not an actual blog—is that I really wish my sister would find herself a man like Cam. Right now she’s with this douchebag lawyer guy who thinks he’s God’s gift to earth, treats her like garbage, and not a single person likes him (besides her).

She lives in a house by herself and shovels the driveway by herself, calls people to fix her things when they break, and every time something comes up I just wish she could find herself a man who would just take care of it for her. He has money, which seems nice, but he doesn’t share it. I could make a whole separate post about why he sucks, why I hate him, and why she should leave him—but that’s for a different day…

I feel so much better now AND the house is warming up again.

Goodnight