Shockingly I have made it to 100 posts.
11 months ago when I started this, it was a very tentative step in a direction that I have always wanted go. My first few posts were so studied and awkward. I was very unsure. And perhaps slightly uncomfortable at what I was doing. But determined to do it, regardless….
The months passed and I gradually felt comfortable and then suddenly I just didn’t care anymore.
These are just my thoughts, my life, my experiences in this world and suddenly I was totally at ease sharing them with… well…. everyone…
So I appreciate very much the people that take the time to stop by and read about the things that are going on in my house and my life.
And as a show of my appreciation, here are a few tidbits about me that you may or may not know….
I am perhaps the worst parker you have ever seen. I don’t pull my car completely into the stall, I am always on a really awful angle and, what is worse, I don’t care…
I can’t argue to save my life. I forget half way through and what’s worse is that I move passed it quickly. And then wonder why we are still arguing? Why are we again?
I have a deep love of all things action (movie-wise I mean). I cannot resist an awesome one. Or a bad one. Or any one at all.
I have become a slave to my best friends daughter. She has me twisted around her little finger, but I am ok with that and can’t stop spoiling her rotten. And will probably do that to her sister too.
I might not be good at diapering. But I won’t totally admit it either…. because I am not sure if I am or not, you know, because it’s my first time being a mum and stuff….
Motherhood is a mind boggling thing. So many things to do, remember, argue about, remember and try to do better. So fascinating.
I love red wine.
I am sarcastic. But maybe not as much as my cousin, for she is indeed the Queen of all things sarcasm. And I worship at her feet for that.
The fact that Liam Neeson’s wife died makes me sad.
I love my husband. More than everything. But I love V more than everything everything.
I breathe deeply sometimes to retain my calm. Sometimes it happens a little more frequently then I would like.
I once saw a squirrel eat a piece of pizza in my parking lot. Surreal.
I think, perhaps, I am a crappy communicator.
I love the smell of Earl Grey tea, but caffeinated only. Decaf Earl Grey is just not the same. At all.
I am glad to live in the land of the hurricanes instead of the land of the earthquakes. Earthquakes freak me right out, after experiencing them in Japan.
I love Japan.
I love sushi. Salmon skin. Raw scallops. Raw tuna. Umeboshi (pickled plums). Japanese beer in little glasses. Edamame with coarse salt. Japanese festivals, heat, summers, beer, cherry blossoms, mochi and beardpapa and I am sure there are a billion things I forgot about.
I love sleep more than I ever knew. And miss it more than I ever knew too.
Continental breakfast is my ideal breakfast.
British comedies are the best. And sadly here in the South no-one know what I am talking about.
I love a rainy day. I love a new bra. I love tea and scones. I love cold days that need warm blankets. I love snuggling and hope to teach that love to V.
I am touchy. AND emotional. AND moody. And unapologetic about all. And am pretty sure that my husband is used to everything by now….
A few personal things about me…. and of course, any questions, feel free to ask away.
And thank you again for reading. Your comments mean more than you will ever know….