Extreme Makeover
I bring this up on the podcast, but Tabatha has the gift of prose. Her writing is extremely evocative. I dare you to read this post and not feel the emotional strings being pulled with each sentence. In talking to her for the past couple of months, I knew that she had to be a guest on my podcast.
Unofficially Tabatha is my therapist, my home decorator, and future IKEA Tour Guide. More important than that, she’s a great friend. Truth be told, she has helped me through some of my more joyful periods of the past year. I figure the least I could do was have her talk about finding the perfect drapes for an hour. Enjoy Episode 5, I know I did.
Editor’s Note. I know the audio quality isn’t up to snuff. I would be spending hours trying to tweak it and would probably drive myself insane. I’m working on fixing the issues, for now you’ll have to endure. I appreciate your patience.
There were a bunch of knowns going into a podcast with Tabatha (@tabulous). I knew we would talk about her personal blog, her home remodeling blog, her affection for fuzzy skulls, and her many pets. What I didn’t plan on talking about is something you will have to experience to believe. It’s worth it, trust me.
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FanTABulous! So glad you had her on!!
Great to put a voice to her Amazing words.
Skulls? Really?
EM came to an area about an hour from me last year. My brother was a part of the electrician team. It was pretty cool.
If I am ever blessed to have my own home, I will be contacting you, Tabatha. Just sayin’.
Keep up the great work and enjoy every moment with your adorable little one. (hugs)
GREAT podcast, Chris and Tabatha! One note on the aspect of disclosure: I’ve received some communications from some people that have been very uncomfortable and have stepped over several boundaries, and after receiving the first one of those, I decided to pull back on the information I decide to share. So when I think about telling too much about my personal family life, I am reminded of the feeling of fear when I received those communications, and it keeps my desire to share everything under careful wraps. To each their own level of disclosure. I definitely don’t judge people who post every detail of their lives, but I do appreciate my privacy.
Whoa. Holy seriousness. But that’s my reason for my being such a careful mess.
(And this lady says her age. I’m 30. And the generation gap feels enormous at times, but thankfully, I’m immature.
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