Me in a nutshell: I come
from a way dysfunctional family and I tend to be a bit of a smartass. In my own
mind I think I’m a raging bitch, though I’m argued with in that regard, except
occasionally by my husband who would swear that my head spins and I spew pea
soup. I am a mother of 3 amazing kiddos and really I feel blessed that my
husband and I have managed to not kill each other and still love each other,
after 15 years of marriage.
I live a crazy life that I
actually am just a player in and direct very little of the craziness that
occurs. My amazing husband is the star in our, out of the ordinary kind of life
and so as a result I’m the boring stable one, I believe we balance each other
out. My 3 kids: The oldest is a 14 year old girl and not the typical teenager (I’m cautiously
awaiting the “snap” and preparing vigorously for this occurrence), the boy (I
usually refer to him in that sense) is 11 and very much a typical boy (he’s
high energy and wants to spend way too much time gaming) and the youngest is 8
and she is a spitfire she keeps me on my toes, she too smart for her own good
and she will without a doubt be the one that tests me at every turn.
I don’t take myself too
seriously as my mood changes as frequently as the temperature does, so I don’t
suggest that you (the entire 1 reader I have a day besides myself) do either. I have a mouth like a sailor and if that offends you as well, then move along little doggie.
Thanks~
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