Transparency. It is, after all, what you all want from me. You visit often, and read through the archives just to know me. And for that, I am so grateful. I love each of you so very much.
But did you know…
I sing. Quite well actually. And on any given day you could walk up on my front porch and hear me belting anything from hymns to Adele to the ABC’s through the paper thin walls of our old home.
I like squirrels. A lot! I feed them, watch them, and give them human voices as I translate their daily activities in my backyard. 2 weeks ago our dog brought me a squirrel. She was proud. I was mortified.
I still miss my great grandmother. And wish I’d had a chance to meet my paternal grandmother.
Holy Molasses, Fiddlesticks, and Shucks are my swear words. Even my tot uses them on occasion. Fail?
I’ve always felt plump. Even at 115lbs. And still struggle to find the “cute” when I look in the mirror.
I write. A lot. And, on occasion, make a little money to help support our family. Seeing my words in print does something indescribable to my soul. And, with a little luck, it’ll become a full-time gig when my wee one heads off to kindergarten.
I research PhD and/or Seminary programs at least once a week. But always talk myself out of the expense.
I have no style (NONE!), and feel as if I’ll be wearing the same drawstring khaki pants when I’m 60. Surely, Satan invented Jeans. I’ve had muffin top my entire life. And on any given day you’ll find me in black yoga pants. I’ll get it together eventually. Maybe.
I research everything. EVERYTHING. Before the internet they would put people like me in homes.
I’m a perfectionist. Truly. I made straight A’s in college…that is, until they made me take Spanish. Out of the required three courses I earned 2 B’s and 1 C. It broke me. Crushed me.
I’m EXTREMELY religious. I talk to God a lot. We’re BFFs.
I’m a daddy’s girl. Through and through.
I have a double chin. But my daddy gave it to me, and my tot seems to have inherited it, so I guess I’ll keep it. But I’ll admit I’ve come THIS CLOSE to having it sucked out!
I’ve had 5 operations. None of which involved anything vain. I promise.
I watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy every day. And I’m REALLY into it. Last week, when the champion won by bouncing around categories, I ALMOST couldn’t handle it. Again, I’m pretty sure they used to put people like me in special homes.
I’m everyone’s friend. Always.
And finally, as much as I share on this little blog, and in social media, only my husband truly knows the real me. We still stay up late at night talking about our hopes and dreams. We never go to bed angry. And, most importantly, we pray for each other. We’re madly in love. Still.
Transparency at its best.
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