HAVEN'T YOU HAD ENOUGH FAMILY TIME OVER THE COURSE OF, OH I DON'T KNOW, THE LAST LIKE 9 MONTHS?
It's a pandemic people, AND it's my birthday. Let's all enjoy a little blurb about me. Then you'll each gift me, damn it, by leaving a comment for me. Today is the day you're ALL going to comment. Right? It can be a simple hello. Maybe tell me where you first stumbled upon my blog. Or your favorite blog post I've ever written. Or you can let me know that you're new here and that since I come across as very egocentric in this post, you won't be back.
Personally if we're talking favorite posts, I prefer the AF post that I wrote while procrastinating a few months back. I'm also nuts about the mispositioned tampon story . . . it was the funniest thing I ever witnessed.
I get more comments when I post about earth shattering, sad stuff like Lad's mental illness or the heart-wrenching attempt at adoption post, but I'm not going in that direction today . . . even though I have a heart breaking ordeal I could share. I'm hopeful that that situation will turn around and I can share it more as a 'look at what almost got eff-ed up' story. Not holding my breath though.
|Me, freshly born. |
My dad wanted to
name me Bernadette.
I guess my
Turning 50 in a pandemic is gonna suck. No way around it.
Remember last year when I shared that my vision of a 50th Bridesmaids-type-destination- birthday? I did NOT envision myself getting wasted, but inviting all of my friends somewhere might end up a bit like a scene from Bridesmaids. Not the puking scene.
Most of my friends don't know each other, so it'd be a mixed bag of introductions, like when the ladies board the plane and become acquainted. I'd anticipate greetings like: 'Oh you're one of her swearing friends - I'll pray for you', or 'Hi, I'm quiet. This is the last time you will hear me speak', or 'I'm her sister in law, wait- what has she said about my parents on her blog?', or 'No, I'm NOT her sister - she didn't invite those two!', or 'Yeah, I used to Irish dance with her - she sucked', or 'That's what he said', or 'Anyone else ready for wine?'
Ah, but alas - it's 2020 and that kind of mixed bag fun ain't happening.
My birthdays aren't generally super awesome. So, bring it pandemic, you big ass hole.
|Other Holly Hobby fans?|
What I know about me after 50 years - the good, the bad, and the ugly . . .
I like to write. I hope, for real, to get my first book finished and sent to a publisher or an agent or someone who might be interested later this year. Fingers crossed.
|This is one of my favorites. Is that a TV in the background?|
Never noticed. It's HUGE. I think this is at my grandparents' house.
I'm stubborn, but not to a fault. Coach might disagree about the fault part.
I'm oversensitive - wired that way and struggle to get past times when I've been wronged. I'm not even looking at Mary Ann here (although if the shoe fits . . . ). The stuff my family of origin expects me to just ignore rankles me. Same with my in-laws. *I think things would've been smoother had Coach allowed me to tell his parents to go jump from time to time, instead of just grinning and bearing their shit. His style - not mine.
I don't consider myself confrontational - like I don't go looking for a chance to show off my mouthy side, but if you hurt me or one of my people or leave me on hold too long - I'll tell you what I think without holding back. *Not one of my siblings does this. Just me. I attribute my insistence on getting in someone's face with the frustration I had growing up in a family that glossed over me. Things were rarely fair, and I fought hard against that.
|I rarely look cute after this age.|
I love working out, well - when it's over. If you'd have told my younger self that one day I would almost NEVER skip an intense daily workout, I would've fallen over . . . and then struggled to get up, because "OH MY KNEES."
I miss gluten. Celiac disease has been a bummer, but there are definitely worse things and I'd probably be 20 lbs overweight if I could eat whatever I wanted. I made too many GF desserts for our Christmas and I appear to be making a run for that 20 lb version of myself.
|I started the plaid flannel fad. You're welcome.|
I love to sleep. It's really that simple. Naps always welcome.
I'm blessed to have a strong faith. No judgement here if you don't. This year more then ever, I've relied on my faith to keep me strong and hopeful. It's working for me.
I swear like a sailor, despite the above. My God is a forgiving God who understands sometimes venting is good. It's just words, bitches!
Wish I'd been a teacher. I do, but I hope to be a better writer than the teacher I would've been. Having crap for a career has led me down this writing path. A path I still don't feel comfortable claiming for my own. I wonder will I FINALLY feel like a writer if I get this book published?
I suck at cleaning house and I'll make no apologies for that. Unless you come to visit me.
|I wish my hair was still this thick.|
I'm a wise ass. I like to make people laugh. Assuming you aren't here for my impressive vocabulary.
Finally, I love my kids and Coach fiercely. I like my life. The stuff that hurts and drives me crazy and boggles my mind and weighs me down, all those experiences make me who I am. And sometimes, that shit gives me more blog content than I know what to do with.
Here's hoping you enjoy what I share. Also, I'm wordy. Thanks in advance for the comments that YOU WILL leave. I appreciate all of you and the time you spend here learning about me and my world.