Wife, mother, quilter…just not necessarily in that order.
I’m a married mom to two nasty urchins (whom I refer to collectively as The Co-Defendants or individually as His Awesomeness and The Diva). Why ‘The Co-Defendants’, you may be asking yourself. It’s because they blame each other and it’s never their fault.
We live within walking distance of my parents…kind of like a mini-Kennedy compound but without the sea view and all that scandal.
I enjoy reading, blogging, eating and if my children are to be believed, yelling at them. I also thoroughly enjoy quilting, although, to be more accurate, I really like piecing quilt tops. The quilting I could totally do without. Does that make me a quilter or a piecer? Ah, well, just another question flung out into the cosmos.
I have a substantial number of firmly held convictions (what some folks call opinions) from which I refuse to be swayed. If that offends you, leave now.
I’ve worked in laboratory medicine since my early twenties…which was just last week, thanks for asking. Yes, I wear a white coat. No, I’m not a nurse or doctor. For the lazy ones out there who won’t look up the term ‘ancillary service’ that means everybody else other than doctors and nurses. You’re welcome. And no, I don’t do it STAT.
As for life in Texas…no, we don’t live on a ranch or cook over an open fire, although I’ve discovered that I really like to grill. I suppose here’s where I get to confess that I hate football with a passion. Gasp! I know, it’s totally unnatural but there you have it. I do, however, love hockey…God I miss Vladimir Konstantinov. I don’t have an accent…Texans don’t have them. Commenting on my supposed accent does not endear you to me, it just pisses me off. No, I don’t ride on horseback. The only hunting I do is at the grocery store or at the local quilt shop for a good deal. No, I’m not a doomsday prepper, secessionist or religious fanatic although the first two aren’t entirely bad ideas. As for the religious part, I believe in God (that’s a capital ‘G’) and simply do the best I can and hope He’s gracious enough to let me through the pearly gates when He punches my ticket.
I’ve a nasty habit of cursing when the occasion calls for it and at least one Co-Defendant has commented on my penchant for waving with my middle finger. Suck it up and move on. Everyone’s got their vices.
I spent the vast majority of my childhood years doing and saying exactly what was expected, therefore, this blog constitutes in no small way, my adult attempt to have my say and move the heck on. When you nominate me for Mother of the Year, make sure you spell my name right. I blog because it’s cheaper than therapy and I don’t have to get dressed to do it. No, I don’t blog naked (be grateful) but I may or may not still be in my pajamas when I post something. I’m not gonna get rich or famous doing this BUT if you can leave my blog feeling validated (Thank you, Jesus, it’s not just me!) or relieved (Thank you, Jesus, I’m not like her!), then I think I can be rather proud.
And you’re in luck…my husband (Himself to my blogging friends) says I’m only nice to strangers.