"They" Made Me Do It...

Hopefully you will understand. I think blogs are cool, but I always figured you had to have a "reason" to blog. Then I started following the blog of someone else and really enjoyed reading about the very interesting stuff that happens to her... Not long after, people started asking ME if I had a blog. Me? Of course not. I am not NEARLY as interesting as other bloggers. In fact, rarely anything "noteworthy" ever happens in my life.

Despite my initial thoughts, I decided to "look into" setting up a blog... Seemed easy enough. Then I found THIS background..OMG.. "This must be for me!!!" I love rain, rainy days, thunderstorms, the smell of rain... **sigh** ... It's the best. Ok, so SOMETHING about me, must go on a page that so befits me. Maybe I'm onto something. We'll see.

One thing I hate about setting up stuff like this is filling out the Profile Page. Ugh! I hate them. But I understand that it's there so that you can know more about me before reading what I've written... But how in the WORLD would anyone expect me to EXPLAIN ME in 1200 characters or less??? If you know anything about me, you know that I am not that easily explained.. not to me, and certainly not to anyone else! Then there are the details about my life, what I read (horror: Dean Koontz, Douglas Preston/Lincoln Child, Stephen King), what I like to eat (everything, especially CHOCOLATE!, but no shellfish pls!), movies I've watched (not many), and my favorite quotes (most anything said by The Rock, Homer, Stewie, or Early Cuyler).

Of course there's the family... I'm a Mommie.* My daughter, whom I will likely refer to as Loo, Loolie, Loola or any variation on that theme, in this blog. She's not yet 10, but sit and talk with her and you'll swear sometimes she's 20. Every birthday that rolls around, I think to myself  "I kept another living being alive for [xx] years"... Before she came along, I'd only been entrusted with plants, and well, let's just say I don't have a green thumb. So it amazes me that for nearly 10 years, I haven't lost her, forgotten to feed/water her, or left her somewhere.

There are my parents, who, of the three kids, love me the most.** Mommie gave me a love for music, singing, and the arts; expensive tastes; a fanatical love for shoes and shopping; and a need to be perfect (and right) all the time, which I usually am... My Daddy gave me his love for most things culinary (i.e. FOOD), his quick wit, his temper, and his ability to love deeply, and his tendency to procrastinate... The result was me: a dancing, singing, cooking, eats-too-much, joke-your-pants-off, mean-sometimes girl, who loves shoes and who waits til the last minute to try and get things exactly right.

I'm the oldest (and smartest)*** of three kids. I have two brothers... one lives locally... he's like Mr. Everything. Photographer, Computer Tech, Graphic Designer, Sound Guru, Musician, African Dancer... well maybe not the last one, but he does, like, "tirt-teen tings mon!" He baffles me. He decides to do something (e.g. play the bass) and instantly becomes great at it. I'm still trying to figure out how he does it. My baby brother lives in L.A. and is living his dream--he's a drummer, music writer and producer and he's freakn awesome at what he does. I think it's cool, I've seen him on TV, now, twice--Once on Dancing with the Stars and once on The George Lopez show.**** Both of my brothers  are married to women I think are super cool; they both love shopping, shoes, make-up, food, and laughter as much as I do. There are kids in all of this too, and I love 'um... but dang, you can learn about them on their blogs. 


As for what I do, I have a job. It's kinda complicated to describe, but let's just say that I manage a division of a consulting firm that helps foreign companies comply with FDA Regulations before they can ship drug products to the U.S. It's an interesting job. The women I work with are all highly intelligent, highly experienced, and a LOAD of laughs. Some days, I'm sure the rest of the office is jealous because none of them have the dynamic we do.

I've been married twice and divorced twice, and I've learned a lot over the course of both of those marriages (and divorces). I have have reached a point in my life where I am comfortable with myself and truly, truly happy. I have learned the importance of "me" in all of this. Total Selflessness is no good for anybody. Sometimes YOU have to look out for YOU...because in the final analysis that's your job and no one else's. It's like they tell you when they give you those instructions just before takeoff. "In case of pressure loss inside the cabin, masks will drop down. Place yours on first and then provide help to someone else if needed." So I am learning to take care of me first, so that I can be what I need to be to others. It's not easy when you're used to self-sacrificing. But it's a habit that must be broken. Selfishness is good in moderation...

I think I stayed within the 1200 character limit. I think.

"Happiness always comes with a price, but accepts all major credit cards."


*Yes, that's how we spell it in our family. There's a difference.
**It's my blog, and I can say what I want.
***Again, my blog. But note, while I'm indeed the smartest, I'm not by far the most talented-est
****Yes I showed the online videos to my office mates!