This is my first blog at blog spot. I figure this page will be a great place for me to electronically throw up all the random PMS induced soap box moments that I have to mask with a Homemaker's smile.
So *we'll start off with a background blurb. I have an incredibly wonderful yet slightly dysfunctional family. We desperately try to be the perfect white picket family but we more resemble what the Conner's would have been like if Dan had been in the Navy and if Roseanne knew how to put down the cookies.
Now you may wonder how we are most like said sitcom family. I have an answer for that..I always have an answer. We have a throw blanket on our couch..it's just got tigers on it. **That makes it classy.
Seriously, our lives our hectic. My hubby is in the Navy..as I have stated before and will state many times..and he goes on ***
DET alot. I have a three year old and a two year old. No, they are not twins and yes they are boys. And any mother or person that owns an animal knows the trials and tribulations that parenting (
animaling???) brings.
I used to be intelligent. I read somewhere that the female brain shrinks after childbirth. Experts say this does not hinder a woman's intelligence..but experts are usually males that are smart enough not to say their wives and mothers were
dummied down after they gave birth. Smart men Lie. Regardless if this shrinking effects are smartness; I like to use this fact as an explanation to why the keys were in the freezer.
Well on that note..I have been sidetracked by American Idol. Yes I watch. No I don't vote. I hope Danny wins. I mean sure he was vote off last week but I am praying for a miracle.
(Some time later)
Chris won. I don't get it.
So during this brief pause..that will seem much briefer to you than me I spoke with my neighbor.
Ima call her
Jnavy. Well,
Jnavy is about to be transferred to a different base and she decided to share with me how much our friendship means to her. I so don't do emotional moments but I appreciate the sentiment more than she knows. Hell, probably more than I know. During her spill she left me with advice..what us Sailors and Vets call "tips to the trenches." She said that I was strong and had a bigger heart then I knew. (Which has to be true b/c I pride my self on being cold.) She said that I am capable of following my dreams and that I should not let my feelings of duty to my family stop me from
conquering those dreams. ****Well fuck, she hit it on the nail with that one. Much love to Jnavy.
I am
DarlinSuzieFrigginHomemaker and I don't care for the title, but in that desire to recreate the Beavers I have scooped myself into a muffin pan and presently being baked at 450. How do you remain a good mother and not loose yourself in the title? Where did
Darlin Go and how do I get her back? Ugh...a blogger that inspired me to write this blog wrote, "Someone stop this world,
cuz I wanna get off!" How true.
So there ya go...introductions over. Stay tuned...
*um did I just talk about my self as plural?
**NOT REALLY,
Darlin.
***English translation=travels
****Is fuck PC? Can I say that?
