That’s a stupid name for a blog.

Sorry if you thought this was a home-improvement blog. It’s really a self-improvement blog.

I know the name’s deceiving; I really tried to name it something gentle and spiritual to signify my quest to become truly zen and a fully-realized Ninja of Love.

But that just didn’t feel quite right. Almost like pantyhose—it looked nice, but kept cutting into my waist and ladybits.

So, instead, I named it after the phrase I usually shout in my head when I’ve encountered obstacles on my journey to accomplish something HUGE like getting CEOs to agree on a communication plan or installing a case on my cell phone.  I tend to try harder, push through, and attempt to bend circumstances to my will by pure force.

However, I usually end up tired and frustrated. Much like when I was seven, furious about a grave injustice. I would vow to teach my 11-year-old brother a lesson, and charge straight at him with all the force my tiny 90-pound body could muster. Regardless of my naïve enthusiasm, though, this stunt never ended in victory, but instead in him palming my head, holding me out at arm’s length as I pummeled the air.

Unfortunately, this stunt still doesn’t work. . .on CEOs, cell phones, or my brother. So I’m in search of another way.

Wanna join me? I can’t promise regular posts, but I can promise flailing, yelling, and the appearance of some Snarky Love Ninjas.

We may not find enlightenment, but if we find truly tasty, healthy, calorie-free chocolate, that will be enough for me.