My life has been a series of embarrassing events, one directly following another. Please don’t misunderstand, I have a good life – a fantastic life, actually, – I have a handsome husband that I never want to stop kissing, four beautiful children, four extraordinary grandchildren, three dogs, and a job I adore. Who could ask for more than that?
Sounds boring, right? What in the world could I have to blog about? Well… my husband is handsome and a great kisser but he is my second husband, the first was handsome too but I didn’t enjoy kissing him nearly as much as his many other girlfriends did during our marriage. My four children all have very different personalities (as well as different fathers). My grandchildren are intelligent, gorgeous, and so very precious to me but, DAMN, I am only forty years old. I still watch Sixteen Candles every year on my birthday and eat raw cookie dough when no one is home. I do not feel like I thought a grandmother would feel!
Again – I LOVE MY LIFE! My mistakes have made me stronger and smarter! I am happy! My house actually has a white picket fence. My husband is my best friend, my two older children have their own places, my daughter is in college, and my sixteen year old cuts his grandma’s grass without having to be asked. On the outside we look very “Leave it to Beaver” however if you stay very, very quiet and listen very, very closely at our perfectly painted dark green door you can hear banjos playing. I know that one day Jerry Springer will come knockin’ and I guess this blog is just a way of preparing my story.
Sounds boring, right? What in the world could I have to blog about? Well… my husband is handsome and a great kisser but he is my second husband, the first was handsome too but I didn’t enjoy kissing him nearly as much as his many other girlfriends did during our marriage. My four children all have very different personalities (as well as different fathers). My grandchildren are intelligent, gorgeous, and so very precious to me but, DAMN, I am only forty years old. I still watch Sixteen Candles every year on my birthday and eat raw cookie dough when no one is home. I do not feel like I thought a grandmother would feel!
Again – I LOVE MY LIFE! My mistakes have made me stronger and smarter! I am happy! My house actually has a white picket fence. My husband is my best friend, my two older children have their own places, my daughter is in college, and my sixteen year old cuts his grandma’s grass without having to be asked. On the outside we look very “Leave it to Beaver” however if you stay very, very quiet and listen very, very closely at our perfectly painted dark green door you can hear banjos playing. I know that one day Jerry Springer will come knockin’ and I guess this blog is just a way of preparing my story.
I love it baby. Write on!!!!!
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