Showing posts with label Gardening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gardening. Show all posts

Monday, August 31, 2015

Is this where I should introduce myself? Well then, I guess I better do that! As I write this, my 2 year old is pulling on my shirt and loudly begging for a "ba ba" (that is what we call breasts around here, because you know who wants your two year old screaming for BOOBIES! in the middle of the store, right?).  So, I have 3 children. Well, ok actually 4. One of them is my not quite step daughter, so I'm not sure if I'm supposed to claim her as my child or not. It all gets kind of confusing really. I'm not married to the love of my life, though we are engaged.  Like a lot of women today, I used to be a single mother. And yes, all 3 of my children have different fathers (so I'm picky, so what? At least I got out of that failing relationship and didn't make anyone, including myself, suffer through it!).  I'm now with the one, the only, the final.  He's not going anywhere and neither am I (I'm pretty damn stubborn like that). 

So there's me in a nutshell.  A mom.  But is that really all that I am? Man, I need to get out more. Oh, yes, there IS more! I am also a gamer.  How do I fit gaming into momming you ask? Well, I don't.  Not as much as I WISH I could anyway.  I like first person shooters as much as the next guy, but once my son went to school talking to his teacher about how mommy was shooting someone with a sniper rifle.....well you get the picture.  It just doesn't turn out well.  SO I've moved on to RPG's.  Of course now my son seems to think swords are awesome and I can only imagine the things he's said to his teacher now.

Somehow, I also manage to fit in gardening.  Let's get more specific here.  ORGANIC Gardening.  Yeah, I'm one of "those" people too.  I wasn't always you know.  Then I read too many articles during my too much time on facebook and the interwebs that have me absolutely convinced I was killing my children and causing them to be cavemen by what I was feeding them.  That however, I will save for a later date!

I like to sew.  I said I LIKE to sew, not that I do.  I imagine what I'm going to sew next, and then I get images of my toddler running up and sticking her hand in the middle of it all......how in the world would I explain THAT to the ER?  Sure, I'd show up, my toddlers hand all nice and decorated with a leaf pattern stitch in the middle of her hand, maybe the blanket I was sewing would be attached to it as well...yeah I'm sure they'd call child services on me for that one.

Alright, I'm going to keep this one short and sweet, since it is essentially just my introduction. Feel free to comment honestly. I'm a big girl, I can take it!