Welcome to My World

Welcome to my little blog world.  I have no idea what I am going to write about but I need an outlet and I keep misplacing my spirals.  So we'll see what happens.  Maybe I'll tell you a little about my world and if you're interested you can come back and see what we're up to.  Maybe I'll do some airing of grievances if I can find my Festivus pole, and I might brag a little about my family.  I don't like to do that in public though because it's really annoying.  It's great that little Johnny is Citizen of the Month at school, because he certainly isn't at home.

I have two children (neither is named Johnny).

One wants to be a Navy SEAL, and is pretty sure he will become one on account of he's on the swim team every summer.  He's very confident that way.  I don't know if it'll work though.  I was just driving my other son home and this one called three times to find out where I was.  I don't think I'm allowed to go to SEAL training with him.

The other takes forever to finish anything (I was going to say a task, but it's everything, all the time).  For example, math homework.  One problem in and, "Can I take a break?  That was really hard."  And the next morning he has to get up early to finish the homework he started 15 hours before.  Or cleaning his room, which still isn't finished.  It could just be he doesn't want to do his homework or clean his room.  I've found cups in that little area of the fridge where you get water, empty cups waiting to be filled.  "Hey, where's my water? Oh, I forgot."  Seriously?  It was 10 seconds ago! He may take forever to do things because it took him almost 17 months to figure out how to walk.  He could have a conversation with you before he could walk.  Very busy mind, that boy.

So two boys.  They are really great kids, and there's much more to them than wanting to be in the military and an inability to finish cleaning a room.  You'll find out more about them if you hang around.  There's a husband, who I've known since I was 11 and he was 13.  And a dog, two cats and a fish.  They're boys too.

I love being the only girl in the house, most of the time.  I think the only girly thing we have in the house is the comforter in the guest room, and it's girly because it has flowers on it.  But the flowers are red and green and brown.  Girly and not girly.  

I like to think I'm low maintenance because I don't wear makeup or get mani-pedis or wash my hair every day.  But I'm not.  I have a drawer full of  makeup (that I rarely wear but still...), a closet full of cute shoes and a huge box of purses.  I love to go shopping but end up wearing the same thing all the time.  I have long hair that I've been coloring forever.  I have no idea what color it is anymore, and I'm afraid to find out.  Having long hair kind of requires me to be high maintenance because long hair takes forever to maintain.  I can't cut it because I don't want to.  I had really long hair when I was little and one day my mom cut it off because I wouldn't let her brush it.  So now I have long hair that needs to be cut because I can't get a brush through it.  Maybe my mom had a point.

So I think that's a nice introduction.  I'll be back, hope you will too.