The title is so formal which is a great one-liner to introduce myself. I have been reading, and commenting, to blogs for a while and finally realized I must create my own. I love to read about other's lives maybe someone will find mine amusing--if not screw you anyway. No, really this is a great way for me to vent without pissing anyone off.
I am a neat freak. I don't mean I like a straightened house, time managed, and plans made in advance. I mean I get this weird itching on my scalp when my house is cluttered, people arrive unannounced, my plans were jacked because of some fly by the seat of their pants asshole, or I just wake up a little late. Serious, my sister is a hairdresser (best hairdresser there is and I'm not saying that because she's my sis--she is awesome and she'll do what's best for your looks) and I asked her to check my scalp, maybe do a treatment due to buildup or, god forbid, check for lice cuz something was not right. She did the works and guess what: NERVES. I pride myself as being the only person in my entire extended family who isn't on mood stablizers, anti depressants, or anti anxiety meds but I would qualify if I opened up to a doctor. Which leads me to my other "neat" issues: my life. I like it to look as if it is a fairy tale to everyone from the stranger I passed on our last family va-cay to my own mother. What the hell??? I recognize the problem however I cannot graduate to the next of the 12 steps.
I am happily married (after two bouts of marriage counseling) to my high school sweetheart (aaaaahhhh, how sweet. Shut up). We have two wonderful boys. My oldest just turned 8 and is in the 2nd grade. He reads on a lower 5th grade level and he will surpass our intelligence by the time he is 12 but by god he will be able to afford a great nursing home for us. No really, he is brilliant. The child walked at 8 months and was speaking in full sentences by the time he turned 1. He is amazing. My youngest is 2, almost 3. He, too, is very smart. However he has devoted his intelligence to sarcasim. I have never seen another toddler who knows when to roll their eyes or give the "sure...." nod in the appropriate context.
I live on a mini-farm but you would never believe it due to my knock off hand bags and smart heels. I love both ends of the spectrum and no one is going to tell me what to be.
I hope this turns out to be great--I am excited but nervous: correct grammar, opening up to people, etc. Perfection is always my goal and yes, I know, it is not obtainable (is that a word?)
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