My name is Rachel. There’s nothing fancy about my name except that it was given to me at birth. I’m just me, and there is nothing overly remarkable about that fact. My life is like anyone else’s save for the astounding distinction that it is mine. And what does that have to do with this blog? Everything actually. I was at a friend’s house just last night, drinking some wine on her porch and talking about anything and everything when we stumbled upon the conversational topic of names. I explained to her that I have always had to explain how to spell my name to people which seems a little ridiculous because my name is so very basic. There isn’t anything fancy about it, and I don’t add the unnecessary, pretentious “a” in the last few letters. But for some reason, people seem to throw in that “a” like the basic spelling of “Rachel” isn’t quite good enough. Well, I’m here to prove that wrong. I told her, “I always have to spell it out for them. It’s just Rachel.” My friend looked at me and then smiled wide and said, “You should start a blog called ‘It’s Just Rachel’, and blog about your life. All the details that make up your day and thoughts.” It was a genius idea, obviously, because that is what I did.
So here I am. Writing to people that have never met me and probably never will unless we Skype or something, but I don’t think our relationship is at that level, yet. Sorry. Anyways, I grabbed my theme which is slim pickings when you’re doing this shizz for free, just saying, and I uploaded a photo and made a creative little blurb about myself. Tada! I even set up a Twitter for you social media junkies. Don’t worry, I am beginning to understand the addiction so don’t think I’m hating on your love. I did all the necessary, little steps to make my blog approachable and readable and catchy while at the same time hoping that it oozes my personality. I don’t think it’s lacking anything currently, but time will tell. I always seem to want to switch around things to keep it fresh. But anywho, doing all that doesn’t truly matter for the major goal of why I’m here typing on this keyboard right now. I could have had any theme with any color scheme and any title and any twitter account to keep you interested, but that’s not my main goal. My goal is not to feed the masses with what they expect or want, but rather with a healthy dose of Rachelsauce.
What is Rachelsauce?
I’m so glad you asked. Rachelsauce is word vomit that spews from my mouth, and I have added opinions, observations, poetry, rants and snarky commentary as my spicy herbal additions to this recipe of Me. So open your mouth, say “Ahhhh” and get ready for a big ole spoon full. Just please try to keep the Mary Poppins references to a minimum.