I've always wanted to write, from the time I was about ten years old. My teachers said I had a fantastic imagination. My mom called me a little liar. I've written full novels, as well as a ton of partial ones, in the days before computers were commonplace. I wrote them in notebooks, and on a crappy second-hand typewriter. Everywhere I went, whenever I moved, those pages were carted around with me for years. My self-esteem and fear of rejection kept me from even attempting to submit them. I'd reread them, see things I didn't like or wanted to change, or things that sounded downright stupid. I figured if I could see the errors in my work, a professional would see them from a mile away, and start laughing before I even sent a query letter. So those pages eventually landed in the trash heap.
It's years and years later now. I have a good life, and I am happy and secure. I've taken college courses, received my Associates degree in Psychology and I'm currently working on a Bachelor's in English with a focus in communications. I've changed my mind, more than once, about what I want to be when I grow up. And that's just in the past two years! I figure, I'm 45 now...I should probably figure it out before I've got one foot in the grave, right? My husband, God love him, is always pushing me to reach for my dreams. To not be afraid to try and achieve them. It took me a good long time to discover what they were. I want to write. Even if I never write more than this blog, and nobody but my husband and I ever see it. I am reaching for my dreams - and I have to start somewhere, so this is my launchpad.
At times, this blog may ramble. I have tons and tons of things crammed in my head that want out. Be forewarned. There really isn't a pattern. This blog is just me, being me. And on that note, let me tell you about me.
I've led a colorful and drama-filled life. With that in mind, I can tell you I need no more of it. As my husband and I say to anyone who comes to visit or crash for an extended amount of time, "We don't do drama here." Save it for someone who can get into it, and relish it with you. I am 45 years old and married to my bestest hero. We celebrate our ten-year anniversary this November, and sadly we won't be together for it. My husband will most likely be in Afghanistan. I am an Army wife, and insanely proud of my Canadian-born husband who would go to any lengths to take care of me and ensure we have a good life. I have two children from my first marriage, who are now grown and trying to get their lives on track. My son is just about there, he has a beautiful wife and they have blessed me with an even more beautiful granddaughter. My daughter is trying to figure out her life, and stumbling through it haphazardly. I am torn between wanting to help her, and offering up the tough love she needs in order to learn to take care of herself.
Between the military moving us around, and the harsh economic situation, I have given up trying to find work. I am now a full-time student and homemaker, thanking God that my husband makes enough to support us without me having to work. I take care of a small zoo as well. We have a 10-year-old Husky and German Shepherd mix named Tara, two male cats we rescued from the pound as kittens three years ago, Cain and Abel, and our newest addition about a week ago - a small 5-year-old mutt (possibly Chihuahua and some kind of Spaniel mix) named Tobey, that we rescued from neglect from a neighbor who didn't really want him.
We are currently stationed in Ft. Bliss, Texas and though we've only been in the Army for 5 years (and yes I mean to say "we", as us spouses are tied to the military every bit as much as the service member), we've moved three times in that short amount of time. Throughout my life, I've lived in New Jersey (grew up there), Florida, Missouri, Arizona, Alaska, Oklahoma, Washington, and Texas. Some of those were even military moves! I may have grown up in New Jersey, but Alaska is where I consider home. Hubby and I miss it there, and when he gets out of the military....be it 2 years from now or 15, Alaska is where we're headed.
I guess this is where I'll end this post. Not that I imagine anyone is going to read it, but what the hey.
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