I am a thirty-something, un-medicated, slightly obsessive-compulsive, possibly bi-polar, sometimes paranoid, optimistic-pessimist, hypochondriac, cynic that is constantly accused of having ADHD. I am happily married. The adverb is subject to change based on the weather, the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow or the price of rice in China. Ah but I keed, I keed. Hubby will always be on my list of things I love. It's got to make you wonder though, knowing all that about me he still married me.
Now if you want to learn about adversity try growing up as a half Korean, half Caucasian child with a mother that didn't speak English that well in south Alabama. Needless to say, I was old enough for it to have left an impression that still gets my goat when people give me that "look". It also set the first stone in the path of cynicism I spend most of my life traveling on.
I was old before I was young. Growing up was not an option but a role thrust upon me by a mother who I am pretty sure was the inspiration for the story "Mommie Dearest". For all her ups and downs I can still be thankful to her for a true passion for food that my current mass can attest to. One of my fondest memories of her is opening my lunch bag and unwrapping the aluminum foil to find a bacon and egg sandwich on un-toasted bread. The yolk was cooked just until it was not runny but still that deep golden orange. My only conclusion was salmonella did not exist back in the '80s because this was the good ol' days of brown bag in the back pack until lunch.
Two words - Army Brat. By fourteen I had traveled as far east as Korea and as far west as Germany. I attended 10 different schools through out my education. I was old enough to appreciate the experience. Then again I had also learned how to manage a household income and balance a check book when Dad was on TDY or had gone ahead to set up housing before we joined him. With a younger brother and sister in tow it made for interesting travel.
So life happens whether we want it to or not. There's a lot of gaps and maybe I'll get around to filling them in. For now though I'll clear up one important detail. Throughout the blog I'll reference "Mom". This is not to be confused with mother. She was the person that raised me, more or less until I was fifteen. Mom, on the other hand, didn't come in to my life until I was eighteen and has been there ever since. Through the good times and bad, and boy there were a lot of them, from plush accent parachute pants with a tail and purple hair, a broken heart to a mended heart, she was there. After seeing me for all that I am and all I am not, she still loves me. I could go on and on, but I would need another blog.
So, in closing, this could be here tomorrow, or I could accidentally hit delete and ok before I realize CRAP! that wasn't edit! I'm opening the curtain to a window into my world. Come take a peek if you like. For now the closets stay shut. Don't want those skeletons to get any ideas. It won't always be peaches and rainbows. I'm a little scared because I don't know where this will go. For now though I do know this:
Today, I am not the person I was
Yesterday, nor will I be
Tomorrow
