I am a sarcastic new-ish mom, tried and true INTJ and quirky geek. I’m clumsy, and not in that “Ahh, I’m such a clumsy girl, isn’t that cute and different?” way but more like “Holy crap where did that massive bruise come from? Must have been the nosedive on the stairs,” way. My dream is to one day take my dogs and family to a fenced in 10 acre compound, complete with a farm and safe house, largely because people and society really grind my gears. I am harshly critical of myself but generous with my loved ones. Music and literature are passions, weight lifting and baking are hobbies, and writing a blog (such as this one) is both a cathartic release and documentation of the growth of my family and myself.
Among other things I enjoy that make me a terrible person, I like seeing snobby people from high school that are fat now, mentally wondering if I can lift more weight than a chick with fake boobies at the gym, and semicolons. It’s a good thing Captain Laser Pants overlooks my surly demeanor.
My husband is my dream man. My son is my little surprise that I grow more amazed by every day. I have come to terms with what motherhood has done to my body and brain cells, alternately astounded by the fact that my body made a human and disgusted by the skin on my stomach. Quotable movies and shows in my repertoire include: Anchorman, Elf, Grandma’s Boy, Better off Ted, Firefly, Terminator, Super Troopers, Dr. Who and a few more on which I am currently blanking. My favorite colors are green and blue. I don’t like long walks on the beach. Or sunsets. Long hikes in the mountains and crystal blue skies are much, much better.
If I had to guess, I’m pretty sure me from ten years ago wouldn’t recognize me now. I’m also willing to bet that people from my past wouldn’t believe the utter level of happiness I have. For someone who never thought she’d have kids or find love so consuming and unending, I have both and am quite thrilled that life is as deliciously good, though not always easy, as it is.