I am the master of MY universe

So I have this aunt--we shall call her VV.  VV is a pet name I gave her when we were growing up...mainly to embarrass her around anyone and everyone when she made me mad, but now it's just a fun moniker.  Her first name starts with a V and the second V represents part of her anatomy.  Now that we all understand the acronym, I will explain the role she plays in this story. =)

VV is only 3 1/2 years older than me.  We grew up being very significant people in one another's lives.  She was the aunt some children would sacrifice their parents to the corn for. *giggle* We shared secrets that no one else may even know about still to this day.  We went on the drag around our hometown on Friday nights and hit the movie theater often back in the day.  When she turned 18, I used her 16 year old license to get into the clubs with her...those bouncers either didn't pay enough attention that we had the same name or they didn't care because we were two hot chics they could hit on. lol I was there for her first ticket. She was so mad because it was freezing cold and the cop made her stand outside the car while he leaned in and flirted with me.  I got his number and she still got the ticket! hahaha  We laughed and we played and we schemed and we fought and we made up and we had a blast doing it all!

As kids VV and I always played  rougher things than dainty girls did. We played football and baseball and rode horses and built forts and threw dirt and played with He-man dolls.  She was very much more of a tomboy than I so when we were at her house there was no real possibility of finding a Barbie or Ken lying around anywhere.  

Now I'm all for playing fair and taking turns and all that junk--especially where kids are concerned because it teaches them to play well with others--but NOT my aunt VV.  Oh no! She ALWAYS got first pick.  She always got to sit in front on the horse and she always got to bat first.  Most importantly she ALWAYS got to be He-man and beautiful She-ra while I was ALWAYS stuck being Skeletor and his ugly sidekick girlfriend with the vomit yellow skin and ugly blue outfit! lol

I'm not really sure, but I'm almost positive that this mistreatment somehow scarred me for life! hehehe  I will say this much.  We have grown up to become very dedicated women.  We are dedicated to our families. We are dedicated to our friends.  We are dedicated to our educations.  We are dedicated to numerous other things--including remaining the closest of friends on top of just being kin. She is dedicated to making her new career work. And I am dedicated to some day getting to be She-ra...the Master of My own Universe.  =)

Through it all she remains a person who has my back and so I would like to thank her for making me fight to get air as she held my face under the blanket after she pooted. <3

A Window Into My World

So this is the story of me...I am the mother to five girls.  I'm not sure if I want to share their names yet or not--so I will just refer to them as we do jokingly at home: Thing1, Thing2, Thing3, Thing4, and Thing5 for now at least. I am happily married to Devin.  He has been the best thing to happen in my life (minus having children).  We have had our rocky moments that I will share with you as it comes up and hopefully my happy ending can give others who have marital problems some sort of hope.   Just know that I love him--even if I blog otherwise some day. =)
Thing1 is my complicated child.  She is beautiful and funny and smart and all the things a  mother could hope for in a child, except for the fact that she seems to hate my guts.  I'm not really sure how or why because we were the best of friends until overnight she changed.  I feel a lot of it has to do with the fact that she can't seem to find happiness within herself.  We will get into all of that some other time.
Thing2 is my creative child.  She is also beautiful and funny and smart.  She has a huge heart and often tries to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders for others.  She is so talented and always has been.  I always like to say that if you give her two sticks, some dirt, and maybe a piece of string, she can build you a mansion.  The child just knows how to create beauty out of anything she touches.
Thing3 is my OCD brainiac.  Once again she is beautiful and funny and smart.  She is the child who feels perfection is the best way to accomplish things.  For example, she has to have her shoes tied just right or she freaks out and has a melt down.  She is also the child who gets the Citizenship Award and makes straight A's and is the teacher's pet because she is so eager to please and follow the rules.
Thing4 is my gentle child.  From day one she has been very loving.  She plays well with all of her sisters.  She always says please and thank you.  She gets to start kindergarten this year and is super excited, but very concerned because her mommy will be home with just Thing5. lol  She calls me her bestest friend and says that she loves me and I smell like "rosens."
Thing5 is my ornery child.  She is a chubby-cheeked, strawberry blonde...BRAT. *giggle* I say this with all the love in my heart, but it's true.  She is the only child I have who ever colored on walls, ripped pages in books, pulls fits in the store, screams at the top of her lungs when she gets angry, etc.  BUT-she loves to give kisses and hugs and snuggle up next to you and hold hands as well.
I hope that through this blog people are able to learn a little about myself and my family.  I plan to introduce more of my family here as well.  We are dedicated and loyal and love with everything we have.  We also fuss and fight and hate each other's guts a lot too.  I want the readers to be able to laugh at the the funny stuff, cry with the sad, smile at the things that warm your heart, and realize that it's normal to have skeletons in a closet.
Please enjoy. xoxo