I have started numerous blogs before and like most else in my life, procrastinated and let them die from disuse. In this blog, which you will never know about unless I am successful, I plan to blog about several things: life as a lawyer, my journey through PhD school, and privacy - with a healthy dose of whatever my ADD throws in at the time. Maybe by taking this in broad strokes, I will finally be successful.
So today's blog is about me and why would anyone want to read my words. I don't know. I am writing because it appeals to me and people tell me I should share stories about my life. Which was not within the scope of what is listed above, so consider it a bonus. I am 43 right now, from Mississippi currently living in San Jose, Ca via Tennessee, Arizona, and Texas. I am on my third husband and we will soon celebrate 11 years of marriage. Note I do not say wedded bliss. While being married to him is bliss, there is certainly nothing blissful about the daily management of said marriage. I adore him. I also adore lying around, debating, zoning off in front of the TV, reading, doing school work and work work, managing family duties - ummmm, did anyone but me miss where I included cooking, cleaning, or other home engineering, old-fashioned mommy-like tasks? Yeah, not missing them. Not doing them. I recently heard that cleaning house when you have kids is like brushing your teeth with Oreos. That's a good one. Here's another: cleaning house when you are me is like witnessing a virgin birth- by faith it could have happened once, but unless the world comes to a spectacular end and history starts anew, I'm guessing we won't likely see another.
My first two husbands were abusive - mostly mental and emotional. Some physical. Very controlling. One is dead now. Not by my hand, but by that of Karma's - love her, that Karma gal. She kicks ass and kills bad people.
My daughters are from the first mistake and while he is not necessarily a dead beat, he is so close Occam's razor looks like a 10 lane freeway. and if you think I am mixing metaphors, once you get the point (ha) it makes lots of simple sense. My daughters are now 19 and 21 - and you'll be hearing lots about them later - cause my sole purpose in existing was to unleash these two on the world skewed with my views of it. Good luck.
What else do you need to know about me to entice you to read this blog? raised dirt poor, now an attorney, was also an RN (mainly oncology. hospice, and cardiac). I have systemic lupus, sjogrens, fibromyalgia, osteoporosis, hypothyroid, and a host of other systemic impairments. I blow type A personality to smithereens, my spouse calls me type triple A, but I have slowed down some and would call it at least lower case aaa. I am in a PhD program, soon to enter the dissertation phase. I read prodigiously, but read enough nonfiction at work and school that I love to read trash - mainly vampire romances. Love animals. Part Native American though they will never claim me, I claim them. My IQ was once measured around 189, my mother is alcoholic, my brother tried to kill me, I miss my grandmother like crazy, and have never known my biological father. Oh, and I just started an in-house job with a silicon valley global company and have never practiced law. Intrigued yet? hang on. We'll see if I make it to another blog.
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