This is me. Yo. Keeping it real. Like. Bro

Wait. Did you hear that? Shhh. That sound you just heard was my brain exploding. It doesn't take much for my brain to be overwhelmed by information because well. It's quite volatile. And when I say that I really mean I am not the brightest Mum at the kindy pick up line.

Yesterday my brain took on more than it could handle. You see. I got fooled. As did many other wonderfully kind, generous and supportive ladies. We got fooled online. I have never had a bad online experience before. Actually yes that time I blogged about High Pants and got pulled through hot coals - but that was different. That was me speaking my mind, about a very important fashion issue *cough*. I wasn't trying to fool anyone.

But some people can't be trusted. An online Twitter and blog "friend" had been spinning some royally dodgy porkies. She had gone to great lengths to pretend she had cancer which is of so much disrespect to those who have actually been dealt that hand in their lifetime.

My involvement with her was not massive. Yes I maybe tweeted her name a few times and she may have done the same to me. She had me as a "friend" on facebook for a short time. We did not send emails. Our communication was limited and I never met her. Being in Perth has it's advantages (sometimes). But there were a lot of online friends who opened their homes and their hearts and purses to this person who are feeling a bit rightly pissed.

Honestly what kind of a person makes up this kind of shit? She had two blogs dedicated to her life and her fight with cancer. All rubbish. She made up doctors. She made up other fake "friends" to corroberate her story. She used pics of sick people in hospital and said it was her. The lies are just starting to unfold.

So I just wanted to reiterate that yes indeed, my name is Taryn. My husband is buff. I certainly can verify I have two kids. Wait. Stand there. ONE, TWO. Yes I have two. And I have one foetus which will soon become a baby which has started to make it's presence known in my tummy.

You know, just keeping it real. Everything you read here is real. There are a few exagerations on a few posts I will certainly admit to that but all circumstances are real. (My previous post about nesting did mention that my fridge was "black" when actually you would find it was more a "brown/green" kind of hue. Which I will insist is worse than black. When you use the word "green" it brings about mouldy mental images and I did not want to be judged as a dirty lady who can't keep her house clean.)

Oh and yes. I have a cold too.