A bit more biography

I'm here again. And I reread my first post and realized I should fill in a few gaps. I'm from a suburb of Detroit, Michigan. Therefore, when I thought that maybe I would just up and move to Key West. It was a really big deal, really big. And so the story goes.....
.....yes, I fell madly and completely in love. Head over heals really. I think I knew that night, well, okay soon thereafter, that this was the guy for me. You just get that connect. And we had it times ten. He then confessed his love for me or maybe me for him - something or the other and asked me to move to Key West. And with a resounding yes I had made my decision. I was twenty four, in love, and about to move to the southern most point of the US of A. All was well with the world. Until I told my mother. Oh my.....the shattered reality of my happiness. Shattered, crushed, devastated....I was moving away from my whole family and I didn't even come close to realizing the impact of that. Nor did I fully understand for a long time after I had moved back and had three kids of my own - did I realize what the hell I did to my mother. Needless to say since then she has forgiven me for my lapse of common sense and has totally accepted Rob into the family. And actually is always on his side in all arguments or disagreements (really mom?).

Well....I have to just start with this....I feel a need to write. Yes, a need. For a few years I've thought that it was a little weird and who on earth would want to read what I had to say. But today I thought....maybe, just maybe I'll write. I have so many thoughts rolling around in my brain from raising kids, cooking, remodeling our house, trying to get back in the work force....on and on and on. So we'll see what this turns out to be.

 

I will start with me. I'm 37. A mom of three: Ellie is 8, Owen is 5 and a 1/2, and Jake is 2 and a 1/2. And of course a mom to two dogs - a bad Labrador named Scooter La Rue and a very bad Border Collie named Frankie fangs.

This November I'll have been married for 10 years. Yeah....ten years....to Rob. Who can some times drive me nuts, but whom I love, love, love. We met at a bar and I actually picked him up. It was grand. I was 24 and having a gloriously fun time. He had black hair and blue eyes. I mean really who can pass that up? We talked and something spectacular happened. A bit of love at first sight happened. That was it and I was smitten. He told me (I think that same night) that he was moving to Key West. I thought well....we'll probably be broken up or I'll go with you. And six months later I went.

I guess that's it for tonight. Short and sweet baby. More tomorrow and we'll see where this leads...