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Today I would like to celebrate you, my faithful readers.

All 12 of you.

After doing some digging, I (with the help of my friend, Christy) found that I have a whopping RSS following of an even baker’s dozen.

It’s not as if I am a rabid marketer bent on world domination through my blog’s feed. Nor am I a prolific writer who has a driving passion to express my deepest, most inner most thoughts in a very public way. I’m just a very busy mom who works full time and has 4 blogs for which she writes.

So, here’s to you, my loyal few. You rock!

Thanks

is not quite as exciting as I thought it would be. Where was the anxious rush to look for houses? The holding of our hands while the agent explained yet again what the difference between living in one area was compared to another? The nailbiting anticipation of getting the loan?

I think we were just way too prepared. Months before we made the final decision to purchase a home, the hubs and I did a lot of Internet surfing searching for information on how to buy a house, get a loan, and what to expect. We attended Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University. We had already made the decision two years ago that we would be buying a house even with a bankruptcy on our record.

That’s right: a bankruptcy.

It sucked the life out of us and nearly our marriage but we perservered. We’re stronger now as a couple in the faith we have in God and in each other because of that experience. And it’s taught us a lot about how to manage your money (compared to NOT how to manage it!).

Because we were good stewards, the hubs and I were able to easily procure a loan. Then, we fell for the first house we found (it comes with a tortoise!). It’s been smooth sailing. The loan documents have been signed and we are just waiting for escrow to close next week.

By the 29th, we’ll be first time home owners.

Holy mackeral! That feels good to say. I think I may have a blog party to celebrate…

So I did something completely selfish this evening.

I read a book.

And, boy, was it a good book too! If you get a chance go read “Undone” by Rachel Caine. Basically, a djinn has to become human and save the human race starting with one child. Which she fails at! Holy mackeral, it kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time.

And that concludes today’s post because I’m exhausted. You should be too. If not, be selfish and read a good book.

I know it sounds a bit self-centered but I expect birthday presents from my husband and kids on my big day. In the past 14 years the presents I’ve received from my guys have run the gamut of a simple card to jewelry to a rather large and formidable microwave.

What I don’t expect are birthday presents from those people outside my immediate family. For example, I received a birthday card from the director of our children’s services at church. I had no idea she knew the date of my birthday and did not expect anything from her. I also received a beautiful basket of flowers from a co-worker that I have been working with closely these past few months. Again, totally unexpected.

Which leads me to wonder about the impact that I (or we) have on those around us. It isn’t something that I think about a lot since I’m too busy actually doing things to worry about it. But those two gifts, a simple card and lovely flowers, made me stop and think about my actions and the influence that I have on others.

And it scared the you-know-what out of me.

I have, apparently, grown up and become a “positive role-model/influence.” Not that I want to complain about my apparent upgrade in status but how the heck did it happen? I’m not exactly a bubbly personality and I keep quiet until I have something that adds to the conversation.

Despite my hesitance in accepting my new role, I’m glad that others see me in a positive light. However, the role of positive influence is a lofty one and which, I’m sure, I can fall from quite quickly. I’ll have to give it a bit more thought on how my actions affect those around me.

So, did it come as a surprise that you were a positive influence? And kids don’t count. You’re supposed to be a positive role model for them. At least, I hope you are and if you aren’t you need more help than I can give!

Because I am, apparently, completely insane I have decided to join National Blog Posting Month. Starting today. I fully blame Rebecca at Provocation of Mind. She held on by tooth and nail, managing to write each day for all 30 days and did a fine job of it too. I figure how hard can it be?

Famous last words, anyone?

Anyway, I’ve got about 2 hours to post for my first day of NaBloPoMo without making a complete cockup of the first day. I do like to make a good impression, you know.

In the fervor of getting the post out, I sat down to type and drew a blank for ten minutes about what to write for today’s post. So, I fell back on the old standby: the theme for the month. Which, for May, is “sweet.”

Wow.

A word that totally does not describe me or anything about me. It does, however, describe my tea, my 4 year old, and the donut I snuck earlier this afternoon. But not me.

I’m more of an irascible, glass half empty, Oscar-the-grouch-before-my-first-cup-of-coffee kind of person. With pink socks.

And yet I manage to have a family that loves me, friends who think I’m worth hanging out with, and am on speaking terms with all my relatives (even the weird ones). Who appreciate the fact that I wear pink socks.

However, they do not think of me as sweet either. I asked my hubs if he thought I was sweet and he replied a bit hesitantly, “Well, you’re cute.”

Which, of course, translates from man-speak into normal English as “I don’t feel like sleeping in the living room tonight so I’ll say something that may make you happy.” Which is nice, I guess, but reinforces the evidence that I am not sweet. And I have to be humored, apparently, as well.

But I forgive him since he’s the one who bought me pink socks for my birthday.

In the long run being sweet probably isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I mean, who would want kittens and rainbows following you around all the time even if you do wear fabulous pink socks, right?

Yeah. That’s what I thought too.

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