ME...

I love funky jewelry! it makes me laugh really hard when people walk up to me and ask, almost in a discussed tone," what are you wearing?"
I simply reply, " my personality."

The little things

It is always the little things in life that make you laugh your guts out. A great example of this is the story that my mom told me this morning of the evening's misunderstanding.
My Nana and her best friend Rose were here visiting for a few days. Sadly, they left this morning. Last night however my mom was showing them my...cough, cough.. I mean her favorite toy she was given last Christmas. Being the excitement of the toy ( a silhouette cameo) and it being their last night with us they were up quite late. I was not as big on the idea of staying up all hours because I had a long day at school and was looking forward to a soft, sad bed that was in need of some comforting and quality time. I had a lot to carry upstairs from my car and thought I had been successful in not dropping anything on the way. This morning I was informed otherwise.
I always carry a few hand sanitizing wipes with me everywhere I go. I am unfortunately running out of the nice ones I purchased in AZ the last time I visited. They are Giovanni towelettes that smell of lavender. Just looking at them and not knowing that they are hand wipes anyone would think that they are ...cough, cough... not hand wipes. So when dear, sweet Rose picked it up and gave it to my mother with a look I can only imagine to be a combination of humor and horror; my mom was ecstatic that I had dropped it and was now claiming it for her own!  Can you not imagine her jumping up and down saying, "It's one of the good one! I'm so not going to give this back to her!"
She didn't actually tell Rose or Nana that it wasn't a condom so I have no idea what they would have thought at the excitement of my mother's "it's mine, I'm not giving it back" dance.
I love our family!

Again?...

If I don't start expressing myself again then I will not survive this next few months. I was told by a friend and relative that they missed my blog. Here you are! I will try again for me and for you. I will be completely honest though and that is my only disclaimer. If this is for me then it will really be for me. Not for the reader. I love to write, but often don't let myself do so because of the labels I put on it: I don't want others to be because it is not good enough, or I don't have to time right now because... You get the picture. 

I write because it makes me feel whole. When I was a lot younger I used to carry notebook after notebook with me so that I could have that release. I stopped that because of the labels I started to put on my life. I still need that release, but have turned to other things such as Dr. pepper and over loading myself with so much to do that I can't breathe let alone take care of myself. Even now as I am typing this I feel the pressing need to cry because for the first time in a long time I feel like I am being honest with myself.

So, here I am. Being honest!