Times 10

I was a horrible teenager. I don't mean in the sense that teenagers as a whole are awful creatures and should to shipped off to some island to fend for themselves until they come back, 20 and well-behaved. No, I was beyond the normal amount of awful. I treated my mom like crap. I stole things. I lied. I got in trouble with the law. I drank. I had parties in my parents' house. I stayed out until 5:00am and had no apology or remorse when I was busted. I was just plain shitty. There's no other way to put it. I wasn't self destructive I just didn't care. Nothing and no one was more important than my impulses. If I was good at one thing it was being a royal pain in the ass. The only thing that saved me from serious trouble was music and theater. I loved to sing and act and that was probably the only reason I even went to school.

When I got pregnant I'm pretty sure my mom was crossing fingers and toes for a girl. Not because they're sugar and spice and their clothes are so much cuter. No, my mother wanted me to have a girl for a little taste of karma. She got her wish. When we discovered the sex my mom practically peed her pants with absolutely glee. "Ohhhhhh you're going to get" she giggled. "You're going to get it all back times 10."

My daughter just turned 3 and  I have been operating under the assumption that while the teen years will be tough these toddler and childhood years will be all puppies and rainbows. Silly me. This kid is truly my daughter. She is 3 going on 16. Everything has to match. If she thinks her clothes don't match she goes into a total meltdown complete with door slamming and sobbing on her bed. She is always asking if she can go play with boys (her dad really loves that one). She's not cute, she's beautiful. Address her as such. She wants everyone to be smiling all the time and if you make a face she doesn't like she's snottily ask "what's that face about?" Most of the time she wants nothing to do with her father...unless of course he has something she wants and then she's sweet as pie. She has perfected the pouty face.

Ahhhh yes. I'm in for it. Thanks karma...you bitch!

Gotta start somewhere

I've dabbled in blogging a time or two in the past. To be honest, I got bored after a post or two and then let it float off into internet cyber space, never to be read again. I'm hoping I can be a little less ADD this go 'round.

Let's get the "getting the know you" chit chat out of the way, shall we? I'm 29 years old, I live in Kansas and I've lived here my entire life. I have never been one of those "locals" that constantly complains about where they live. I don't hate Kansas and I think it has a much more boring reputation than it deserves.

I've been married for 4 years (tomorrow). I can confidently say I am madly in love with my husband. We have the best relationship. We argue, we fight, we annoy eachother but there is so much love between us. We like to pick on eachother. We (jokingly) tell eachother we hate eachother. We play fight. We roll our eyes and mouth off. I think one reason why our marriage works so well is because its based on fun. We just have fun together.

 We have an absolutely perfect 3 year old daughter. This kid is hysterical. She is 3 going on 16. She has my mouth, my attitude, my sarcasm and her daddy's adorable little face. I love being a mom. I know, boring right?

I'm the manager of a clinic at a local hospital. I love my job and I love working in the healthcare field. I've been doing it off and on for about 10 years and it is so rewarding. I love people so having interactions with patients on a daily basis is a major plus for me.

I'm incredibly opinionated. I try to be objective and non-judgemental but, let's be honest, that doesn't always happen the way we'd like it to. We're judgemental by nature. We're not perfect and I have no interested in being so.

I'm also incredibly outgoing. I can talk to anyone about almost anything. I think most people either love that about me or wish they could punch me in the face to get me to shut up.

Well, that's me...more to come...