Hey, y’all! I am April. I am the wife of a football coach which, by the way, is nothing like “Friday Night Lights” like I thought it would be. We have been married for lots of years now, and I still love the pants off of him. He will possibly be canonized for putting up with me at some point and we are not even Catholic so that shows you how cool he is.
I am a mother to the most awesome two-year old, probably ever. Seriously. The kid is amazing. He is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, my husband and probably to you too, even if you don’t know it yet. He is quirky and funny and strong-willed and smart. I try very, very hard not to be like that mom on that episode of “Sex and the City” who says, “My son is a god and I tell him so every day,” without any trace of sarcasm or irony. A friend once told me that we don’t raise our children for ourselves; we raise them for the world. I think that is great advice, and it is my child rearing mantra.
I am a public relations professional at a utility and I love my job, therefore, it will not be discussed here except maybe in the vaguest of terms.
I am a writer. Mostly of press releases, yes, but that is why I started this blog. It is hard for me to write things that aren’t business related that people might actually read. Since allowing people to read things you write is sort of a requirement for being a writer, I decided to take the plunge and start blogging like everyone else started doing back in 2002. The blog name “Imperfectly Nice” was inspired by my Granny who was always adding rules to her “Nice girls don’t …” list. According to Ava Nell, there are a lot of things nice girls don’t do, y’all, and airing your dirty laundry in public, aka blogging, is one of those things. I hope this is well with her soul because my Granny was pretty awesome and I don’t want to get the stink eye when we meet again someday.
I constantly narrate in my head so everyone around me is unaware that they are part of my internal story. The only time I am not narrating is when I am reading. Which is a lot. Nose in a book, wrapped in a Snuggie. It’s a good place to be.
I have a head full of useless pop culture. You want to know who guest starred on one episode of some 1984 sitcom or every line to “Steel Magnolias,” or every episode of “Friends” or “Can’t Buy Me Love”? I am your girl. You want to dominate your neighbor on Scene It? You should totally call me. Want to know something useful? Move along. There’s nothing to see here.
I can perform Beastie Boys “Paul Revere” better than anyone other than the Beastie Boys themselves.
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