A Bit About Me
I’m creative, but not a genius. I’m outspoken while remaining shy. I fit in with the rest of the outcasts of the world. I’m a perfectionist happy living in my imperfect world. I’m a strong person who easily falls apart. I forgive while still holding a grudge. I tend to cuss a lot and overreact about tiny things. I make no apologies for the person I am. I’m simply me, take it or leave it.
I’m about a third of my way through life, but I still feel like a kid most of the time. I don’t feel my age at all and I don’t feel like acting my age either. People grow up way too fast these days. I’m not in any kind of hurry to plunge deeper into adulthood. Let me go to Chuck E Cheese, give me shots at the bar, come with me and go wild at an outdoor concert or WWE event, and just allow me to keep my soul young.
I’ve lived in New York, Connecticut, Georgia, and Indiana. I’ve lived in nice houses, dorm rooms, crappy apartments, and once in a motel room for a few months along with my pet rat & my mice. I’ve worked since I was 10, doing odd jobs for neighbors around my home to earn money. I got into babysitting as soon as I was old enough and got a part time job when I turned 16. I don’t know what it’s like to be handed things in life, and while I resented that when younger, I am grateful for it now. I hit rock bottom to the point of picking up cigarette butts at 5 cents a pop to earn grocery money and I’ve been up high enough to go on a week long cruise to the Bahamas with my sexy husband.
I’m very argumentative and probably too hard headed for my own good. I get myself into trouble a lot because of this. I don’t back down when I feel that I am right or if I feel attacked. I try not to be obnoxious about it. My opinion is my own, and I understand that not everyone shares it. All I expect from others is that they respect my opinion, agree or disagree.
I love my family. By “family” I mean my husband Jamie and son Dominick, my pup dog Ripley, my mother-in-law, and my close friends. My blood relatives either think I’m crazy or have disowned me in one form or another, a fact that is fine with me. I feel more love and support from the people currently in my life than I did from 18 years living with my parents. I’m not sad or angry about it; it’s for the best. Letting go of the anger I felt for my blood relatives was only made possible due to the love from Jamie. Plus, when you have a husband with the same name, who is 6 feet 8 inches of pure energy, who makes me feel like a giddy teen by putting his arm around me, and who is a creative genius, it’s hard to stay angry for long.
My hope is that this blog offers a reflection of who I am and what runs around in my mind. It’s hard to get that across with a few posts a week, but I have high hopes. Whatever the reason for you stumbling upon my page, I am glad you’re here.