Well, I guess that wasn't so hard. I've already noted that I'm a perfectionist. I ask too many questions. I'm awful at math, but I'm good with English. I get side-tracked way too easily. And I'm pretty lazy when it comes to doing my hair.
Maybe I should get back to the point. Me. But I guess I was on point because that was about me. But my world really doesn't revolve around me, it revolves around my family, and at the end of the day, my most cherished glass of wine. Although that really doesn't happen everyday, sometimes I'm too tired. Sometimes I'm just not in the mood. Sometimes I rather take a nice long bath while reading a good book. I really enjoy reading. It's one of my most favorite things to do, so naturally, writing is one of my most favorite things to do.
I'm not really all that new to blogging. I am, but I'm not. I had a LiveJournal for a large majority of my teenage years. I read it not too long ago and was so embarrassed that I deleted it. Sometimes I regret that decision -- but for the most part, I think it was a good decision. I started a pregnancy blog while I was pregnant, but I couldn't keep up with it, my pregnancy was entirely too easy. My posts mostly consisted of "I can't wait to meet him!", which I'm sure cannot hold anybody's attention span for too long. So I gave up. I started another blog a little later, but I felt too restricted with it, because of my perfectionism. It's all in the name! And I felt the name restricted my writing options. It hindered my voice, if you will. It was a good few months while it lasted, but I didn't feel it was me.
But if it's the wine that's talking, you know, I can write about virtually anything! I don't have to stick to a single topic. I can write about a plethora (I have developed an obsession with this word recently. Not sure why.) of things. Not that it really will always be wine talking, but I can pretend sometimes, right?
Before I give anybody the impression that I only drink wine, I should note that I love Coke. No, no, not the bad coke. The pop. Or soda, if you prefer. Not that Coke, or any kind of pop, is really all that great and healthy for you, but I'm sure it's much better than the other coke. I did try to stop drinking Coke one time. I went 2 weeks with nothing but water, but lets face it, water isn't fizzy and doesn't really have a flavor. I got bored. I don't like to be bored. So I gave in as a "reward", drank a Coke, and have been drinking it ever since. Maybe someday I'll really stop. But we all have our vices, right?
To try and even out my Coke obsession, I started walking. I used to hate walking. Now I find that I actually do enjoy it. Now that my son can walk, it's also a good way to tire him out before bed time. Taking him for a walk is like insurance. It has me covered in the event that he wakes during the middle of the night. If he goes for a walk before bedtime, he'll always go right back to sleep. This has proven to be true so far, anyway. A bonus perk is that he actually holds mine and my husband's hands for the entire duration of our walks, and that makes my heart flutter.
I haven't mentioned my husband yet, have I? Well, I did once. Nevermind. But yes, my husband. We'll have been together for 5 years this coming September 10th. That's half a decade and I feel that that is something to celebrate. But we've just gotten married on November 20th, 2009. We had a small, quiant wedding. We wed at the court house, had a semi-formal pizza buffet-style dinner at a high end pub with our immediate family and grandparents. After the dinner, our more distant family and friends were invited up to the pub for a night of pool and drinks. Then we went to a Comfort Inn and got a jacuzzi room and spent our night watching movies in the jacuzzi. And it was really nice. The next day, we resumed our lives as parents. We haven't gone on a honeymoon, but we imagine we still have plenty of time to take care of that. Someday we will. I'd always wanted to go to Australia for my honeymoon, until one day I discovered Pearl Resorts in Bora Bora, and have since had my heart set on that.
Really, can you blame me for often dreaming of such a place? I think not.
Does anybody want to see more pictures? I quite like pictures, and I have more fun reading a blog when I see pictures. So I'll share some pictures.
My husband and I shortly after we first started dating. I do quite miss my thin face. I think I need to get that neck exerciser that I've seen on late night infomercials.
Here's a more recent picture, taken just this past Friday at a friend's wedding after a few Sex on the Beaches, a glass of Champagne, and 3 glasses of wine. My husband had a few beers. But I don't like beer, and he was driving, so he didn't drink nearly as much. See what I mean about needing that neck exerciser?
This would be my son (aka Tubs) and I. This was also taken very recently. I was forced to cut his hair. My mom is having major surgery this coming week and said it was her last wish before surgery. And my husband really wanted it done, too. So I had to. But isn't Tubs one of the handsomest little men out there? I do think so. My teeth look brilliantly white. I am not quite sure why, but I really won't complain.
Now you may understand why I didn't want to cut his hair. Because he has GOOD hair! I don't. But I do think his new 'do looks quite becoming on him anyway.
And because who can't resist adorably squishy newborn pictures? I can't! This would Tubs on the day he was born. I had an awful birth experience which I'm sure you'll hear about someday, but this was still the best day of my life and I'd do it all over again if I had to. Because he is just that awesome.
This would be the newest addition to the family, Ozzy. He was my Mother's Day present this year! :) I'm a huge huge huge lover of all dogs, and while I am in absolute love with my husband and son, life is just not complete without a dog. Ozzy is a 2 1/2 year old Boston Terrier. He only has one eye, and yes, we adopted him that way. His story is a sad one and I'll post his story sometime in the near future, but he is now extremely loved by his family. Tubs thinks the world of him, too.
I'll end the parade of pictures with Baby A. Baby A was miscarried on May 31st, 2007. It was one of the saddest days of my entire life. Though Baby A was only with us for a short while, we had already fallen very much in love with Baby A, and we will never forget Baby A.
Alright, how's that for introductions? Good, I hope. There's much more to me and my family, of course. But that will all come in due time. I hope to have a quite successful blogs and meet lots of interesting, lovely wonderful people out there. I hope to discover new blogs, because I love reading them! I hope a great many things in this life of mine.
That being said, if you have happened to stumble across this post (and if you have read it in it's entirety, pat yourself on the back!) please feel free to introduce yourself. I do love meeting new people! Good night!
