I wanted to do a blog for a while, but never could figure out exactly what to blog about without going back and forth on subjects, confusing any poor soul who crept up on this thing. So then, I thought about making a separate blog for each thing I like. And that's just stupid, or evidence of some underlying personality disorder I may have. So I'm going to ramble, and not make sense, and hope that eventually it all comes together. Thus, the importance of being imperfect. Because, let's face it, normal is boring.
I'm compelled to start telling you all about myself. But let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. Instead, I'll pop out on this one a little early, being as it is so late in the evening. (10pm is too late for a lame-o like me.) I can tell you this much, to help you decide if this is worth you reading....which, if you have gotten this far, we're gonna get along just fine:
I am not a mother of twins, multiples or some special prodigy who makes art with their toes. I am a mother of a five year old boy, who is about as cool as they come. Example: this morning, instead of letting me wake him up, I was blessed to walk in right when he was rolling his little burrito of a comforter past the end of his bed, catapulting himself onto the floor, and causing a close encounter with a bookshelf. Does Little One get up and cry? No. He looks around, a little bewildered, and says, "Whoa, dude, did you see that? I think I just fell out of my bed! That was hilarious!" He's very self-secure. Watch out, girls....and yes, he really called me "dude". It IS usually "Mama".
I'm not an Army wife with a husband away at war- anymore. Instead, Husband Man (that's his superhero name) is now a firefighter and has been a veteran for four years. I have a very high opinion of our troops, not necessarily of the people telling them where to go or what to do, but that's my opinion. And you won't change that. So go protest somewhere else. However I hate Country music. So it's not that extreme. He's in a metal band. I get to manage them, also without pay. Translation: when they start gigging this summer, I get to set it all up for them, on top of washing his underwear and making sure he doesn't lose his keys. But he taught me how to play XBox back when Halo was a big thing, and I kicked his ass. And his friends' asses. I don't think they pretend to suck anymore. And he's my best friend.
I am not couponing my way to a vacation destination or saving so much money by clicking away my day for surveys. So you won't find that here. However, I appreciate not paying full price on, like, anything. I'm the kind of person who needs step-by-step instructions on how to do those insane sales, and afterwards, I act like a big know-it-all and brag about how I spent $0.19 on $26 worth of tampons and toothbrushes. Don't judge me. I am trying to learn how to save money, and I'm actually off to take a coupon class in May. I just hate the people who make it look so damn easy. And desperately wish to be in their secret society. In the meantime, the money I save-PAYS BILLS. I've actually sold my SNES (Super Nintendo) for an electric bill once, long, long ago. That pissed me off. I hope to buy it back on EBay one day.
Notice the video game references: I am not a gamer. I don't have time to play video games. Long are the days of harassing little ten year olds while being called gay for having an avatar dressed in purple, only to inform them afterwards they got their asses kicked by a girl. Oh to have an hour to myself to do that sort of stuff. But, I do enjoy a game here or there, and frankly, you can't be a member of our generation without citing at least one life experience to the drama and intensity that is Super Mario. I don't know how many times that freaking dinosaur has been abandoned by a simple jump, never to be returned again....until the next level......sigh.
I'm not trying to lose weight. Ok, who the hell am I kidding, I'm always half-jogging, half-surviving down the whole quarter mile I can drag myself down, hoping God will take me there and save me from the whole 12 calories I've burned in the last half hour. But, honestly, it's not me. I actually like being me. I am annoyed by nature, gravity and childbearing. And the Nanas, Ciochas(yeah you know what I'm talking about, Polish people), and anyone else who've entered the path of parenthood, who don't tell you until you've experienced it that while you may lose your baby weight, and be right back down to pre-pregnancy size, your body parts do not get the memo. They're in places you've never imagined they'd go, and they HIDE THERE FOREVER.
I'm not Polish. My mother was adopted and my father had step parents as biological parents died and remarried. Thus, I'm a Celtic, White Anglo-Saxon, German and English girl with a distinct Polish "off the boat" family on one side(think Big Fat Polish Wedding...no joke), and White/Mexican (don't ask, I'm sure we'll get there) with a little Greek and Polish sprinkled on the other side. My family portraits are like the side of a UNICEF box. But I love them all....or at least try to. Like I said, normal is boring...
I am, however, me. And that can be different on any given day. And it's not perfect. And that's what I love about it best. So here's to the cherry being popped, the yacht being christened, the ribbon being cut...the...whatever else you do to start stuff...(I'm also not an accomplished writer). Thanks for reading this far, I hope it'll be a trip for both of us.
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