“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
– Augusten Burroughs
Hiya! Thanks for stopping by. I’m Mandie, newly married and still a bit confused as to what I want to be when I grow up. I live with my husband, the Big Guy, in a two-bedroom apartment governed by our cats. Living in the heart of the Niagara Region in Southern Ontario means I’m treated to mild weather, amazing local fruits and vegetables, the best wines in the world and the unfortunate smell of Lake Ontario in the summertime. I work full-time as a marketing professional, a job that keeps the lights on at home but offers little else in the way of fulfillment. I went to school for English Literature and History, worked briefly in the book publishing industry and fell sideways into marketing.
I love to read and write, watch movies and TV shows, craft, and generally marvel at other people’s creative genius. I enjoy broccoli, anything antique, vintage or retro, roller coasters, scarves, the smell of clean clothes and the Food Network. I hate horror movies, heights, large crowds, loud noises, wet Band-Aids and olives. I turn red when I’m uncomfortable (which is almost always) and I’m total crap in social situations. I’m a bouncing ball of nerves, I’m terribly indecisive, and the Big Guy compares my mind to a bag full of cats. I’m a pushmi-pullyu of creativity and practicality, which often results in loads of energy being spent going nowhere at all. And I’ve revised this page 36 times. Make that 37.
So there we go. Me in a nutshell. Now we’re old friends :)
About the Blog
Three Baggs Full is my playground. It’s where I can swing super high and hang upside down and get stuck on the slide and fall and scrape my knees. I can rant and swear, scream and shout, laugh, cry, run, jump and play hide-and-seek with the world. I can chronicle my stumbling, zig-zaggy journey through life as a married woman, young professional, and pessimistic dreamer. It’s a little bit of everything that interests and bothers me . Most of the time it likely won’t make much sense, but perhaps from time to time there will emerge a small nugget worth keeping. Hopefully one day my faithful readership will expand beyond just my mom and the Big Guy, but even if it doesn’t, that’s okay. I can always read it to my cats.
Why the Extra “G”?
Not that it’s any of your business but… It’s a small tribute to my dad. For as long as I can remember he’s given his loved ones strange nicknames. Growing up I was Magic Mud, Gooper and Baggs. Thankfully the first two names died off when I was young, but the third has grown with me. Even now, in my late 20s, the name sticks.
My Favourite Peoples
Yes, I realize some of them aren’t actually people. Jeeze, why do you gotta be so literal?