Not just Jeana Keough’s daughter.

I’m a fourth generation know-it-all. We Keoughs, we like to be right, we make our opinions known, and winning is our True North.

People that know me, would say that I’m strong-willed and that I stand my ground. But people that know me well, would say that I’m secretly a big push over. Especially for people I love, but often for people I barely know.

Mess up my nails at the salon? I’ll be rocking wonky nails for three or fifteen weeks (because that’s my exact timeline for getting my nails done - either three weeks or three months, nothing in between).

I’ll say “Great, thanks!” if your massage is weak sauce and you ask, “How’s the pressure?”

If you request to host a toddler painting class in my all-white house I’d absolutely oblige (and hate you on the inside).

So when you ask me to write a blog, or a book (which seems decidedly harder), HERE I AM WRITING A FREAKING BLOG. I’m on a personal “Journey to Learning to Say No,” but not today, I guess. So let’s do the damn thing.

What will this blog be about?

You tell me, people. What do you want to hear about? Motherhood truths? Being a full-time working mom and still finding time to workout, have sex with my husband, see friends, and floss my teeth? My favorite products? My least favorite housewife? My most favorite condiment (ketchup, no debate)? Home design? Flipping advice?

For now, I’ll just do as I’ve done my entire life: I’ll go where my impulse takes me and see how that ends up.