Oh good Lord I'm blogging. Okay, so a
little about me and mine and a little about what I plan to do with my brand new
baby blog.
I am currently 30 years old. 30 feels
older and younger than I thought it would, ya know what I mean? Of course, I
never thought I’d make it to 30 to begin with, so there's that… Anyway. I am 30
years old, I have a 9 year old daughter and a fiancé, an asshole cat and a
snake.
My daughter is a shithead. I love her
with every fiber of my being, but she is a shithead. My mama prayed way too
hard that I get paid back for being such a shithead when I was a kid. Starting
from day one she has had me on my toes. She tested all 0s and 1s on her first
APGAR test, and then perfect across the board on her second. She has pretty
much been kicking ass ever since. She broke her nose twice before she was 2. At
her 3 month well baby visit the doctor informed me that she was "strong
willed." Ha. She essentially possesses everything that I want her to have
when she is an adult in order to be successful - she is quick, stubborn,
doesn't give up, has an answer for everything, doesn't accept "no,"
and she knows what she wants and goes after it - I just wish to God she didn't
have it all now. But I digress... She is currently struggling in school, not
for lack of effort but thanks to an inherited reading disability combined with
a short fuse. Plus, fourth grade is hard, yo! They expect a whole lot out of
these children! She is also a competitive dancer which means lots of money and
essentially ALL of my time. But she excels at it, learns valuable lessons and
draws a huge sense of satisfaction from every performance. So, its worth all
the money and all the time. And the driving. And the costumes. And shoes. And
hairpins. And the money. ALL THE MONIES!I can only hope that one day she
realizes and appreciates all that goes into her dance career. And who puts it
all in, my fiancé and I. And who doesn’t put anything at all in, her Daddy. But
that’s another blog, or 20, for another time...
Onto the fiancé. We are almost 3
years into this relationship, 2 years into living together and 11 months and
counting until the wedding. I love him. Not everyone does, but I do. He is one
of those guys about whom everyone says, "You'll really like him, once you
get to know him." But what they really mean is, “He’s an asshole, but you
get used to it." Yep, Im marryin' that guy. But it works, because I'm kind
of an asshole too, and he balances me. He's reasonable where I’m emotional,
calm when I'm crazy and logical where I'd rather fly off the handle. He's
taught me more about myself than I knew in the 27 years before I had him. We
are both stubborn and set in our ways and loathe to compromise though, so there
have been fireworks, and there will be more. Stick around, Ill likely share
them with ya! But we always make up in the end, and are stronger for it.
As for me... I have a degree in Early
Childhood Development. And so what if it took me 6 years to get a 2 year
degree? I changed majors from engineering to early childhood and raised a baby
by my damn self in the process, so there! I am a private nanny 3 (or so) days a
week to an amazing family that I am super lucky to have. It is by far the best
job I’ve ever had, but I’d still rather be home. Home cleaning, cooking and
raising babies. I secretly (or not so secretly) think that I was born in the
wrong era. I should have come of age in the 50s when women stayed home and took
care of the family while men went out and worked and paid the bills and opened
doors. Not a very popular opinion among my feminist friends, but fuck 'em - its
my opinion afterall. I go to church on Sunday, and I used to teach the little
ones downstairs. But, I use all the swears, I believe that people should be
free to love whomever they choose, and I don’t think anyone has the right to
tell me what to do with my body. Again, not very popular with my Christian
friends, but again... well, you know. It’s up to God to judge, I am certainly
not qualified. I most closely identify with the republican party, but some of
them are just straight up idiots. I believe in my right to own a gun, that we
should all work for our own money, and that Obama is the biggest moron to ever
sit at that big pretty desk. I say these things about religion and politics to
give you an idea who you’re dealing with but I don’t intend for things to be
too religious or political around here, though I’m sure it will go that way
occasionally.
You're still here? Still reading?
well hell, welcome aboard! I honestly have no idea what to tell you to expect,
but it should be fun! I’m crafty, and in the process of a DIY wedding, so there
may be some crafty tutorial type stuff. I’m a teacher at heart, and make lesson
plans for the currently 3 year old and 9 month old that I care for, so I may
share some of those with you. I love to cook and bake (though I hate choosing
what to make for dinner) so I may share some recipes and meal plans. Lots of
things piss me off, so there will likely be some rants. And as much of a hard
ass as I am, I get a little squishy sometimes, so brace yourselves for that.
Honestly, who knows? I’m just me, I like to write, and I’d like to have an
outlet to do so. Some of it may even be worth reading. I suppose we'll see
together, huh? Either way, I know how precious your time is and I seriously
appreciate your giving me a little of it, I’ll try not to let you down. So
leave a comment, introduce yourself, take a look at the facebook page, take
your coat off and stay a while!
Ha! Look at me all bloggin' away like
someone is actually gonna read it. Aren't i just fucking adorable?
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