In Her Thoughts

I am 40-ish  and happily married. 
I know it’s odd … I found my best friend, what can I say!  I just said “no” and waited for the right one!!

I am a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM) due to a heart attack.  I always wanted to be a SAHM but I guess I wasn’t specific enough in my request.  Be careful what you ask for…be specific! 

I’m kind of an medical phenomenon.  I’ve been living for almost 10 years on only 2/3’s of a heart with at least two types of heart disease that are now kept at bay with tons of medicine.  But, you wouldn’t know it if you didn’t know me.  Doctors gave me 10 years and the American Heart Association research showed nobody ever lived more than 3 years in my condition.  I never was one of those pegs that fit neatly into the round hole anyway…after all…I had my heart attack from natural causes at 34 years old!  And I’m not overweight either!!  It’s just weird!

Anyway…

I’m not the type of SAHM who lets it all go, though.  I’m showered and dressed by 9 o’clock every day even when I don’t feel well. 
It’s all in the mind, you know? 
I don’t watch TV all day either except for The View and Ellen!  Ellen Rocks!!  
Otherwise, Fox news all day with the volume turned down.
Usually I rush through the house and tidy it up and then I spend the rest of the day painting pictures.  For some reason I can’t get into my crafts if I haven’t done some sort of housework each day!  I’m kinda rough on myself but hey!  I also reap the reward cause my house is organized (run like a business) and clean and I have tons of time to do what I want because of it!

My husband is my other half and although he gets on my nerves twice as often as I get on his, he’s my best friend with benefits…
he can move the couch when I need to vacuum under it!! 
Ha Ha!! Just kidding!  You know what I meant.
He’s into guitars, dirtbikes and chasing me around.  Not necessarily in that order. 
He restores historic homes to their original state, old-style construction. 
We have an 18 year old daughter…sympathy cards can be mailed to……….
I am also the mommy of Sheba, a 5 year old Yorkie Poo and Sierra, our Dingo/Sheltie puppy that we rescued. 
They are the sunshines of my life and I make no secret of it.

I was born in San Francisco, moved to St. Pete. (Tampa) when I was 2.  I lived in a devastatingly dysfunctional family and things were rocky for a few years.  I wound up going to school in St. Pete. and then I lived in Pembroke Georgia with an Aunt during summer recess.  I was one of those dysfunctional marital tools that didn’t work out, i.e. having me didn’t save the marriage and became some sort of a burden to my mom when she tried to get back out there and find a man.  She wasn’t horrible but that’s a story for another time. 

My life was a rollercoaster until I turned 30 when the chance meeting of one person changed my life immediately.  I bought a house for myself and my daughter who was 2 at the time and I met him 3 days later when he rented a room from the single guy acrossed the street.  We both agree that in our eyes we were married that very day in the eyes of God but we made it official on July 4, 1996. 

Now I live the life of Riley and I never feel bad about it.  I figure I’ve paid my dues.  I’ve often thought of writing a memoir of my life but I’m not sure people could handle it…maybe someday.

My family is spoiled…I spoil everyone around me.  Not for the accolades, though.  I do it because it makes me feel good.  And that’s pretty much how I live my life.  I do what I think Jesus would do or just what a moral and nice. No, I’m not a religious zealot.  I’m not even religious.  I am spiritual though.  I despise some things about organized religions and I try to stay away from them as I find that it takes too long to wash away the dogma.  I have even been physically ill from some church sermons at weddings and stuff. 

I am a huge fan of the Dave Matthews Band but I appreciate other artists…I like old rock better than this new stuff.  Then again…I like Marching Bands too.  I can be listening to Tea for the Tillerman one minute and Metalica the next.  Genesis, Pink Floyd…that kind of stuff.
And I generally prefer the “B Side” songs…

My wardrobe consists of Levi’s jeans in various stages of fading, a white t-shirt although I’m venturing into color, and depending on the season, various types of sneakers.
I dread being invited anywhere formal and usually avoid it.

Lets, see…what else?  Hmmm…Can’t think of nothing else…