The "F" Word

Did I mention that daughters = drama? How about my 9 year old daughter who wishes she was grown told a boy in her summer camp to go "F" himself today. Can I just tell you that my jaw almost fell on the floor when the camp director told me? Now, in her defense my husband and I use the word all the time in general conversation. BUT! we never have told anyone to go "F" themselves, whether in jest or out of anger in her presense. That's not a phrase we use often (if at all), so I don't know where she got that from. AND! When you're young, and you begin using swear words, the "F" word is generally NOT the first one that pops out. Which means that she's been swearing, probably for awhile, using all the other words including that one. Should I be shocked? Probably not, but I am anyways. So, I yelled. I grounded her. And I washed her mouth out with soap.

It is utterly exhausting trying to make sure that your children grow up to to be decent human beings. I am NOT good at it. At all.

But before we spiral down No Return Lane, into Kid Hates Mother Land, I am beginning a parenting crusade. There will be an E-Zine involved. And lots of free cupcakes.

Mid-Summer Mayhem

I've always had a blog. However, I ended my last one abruptly upon my engagement to be married. I can safely say that (for the most part) whatever memories were lingering around in those posts, I no longer wish to recall. I wanted to erase all of it and begin anew. A new life. A new blog. So here I am.

In 4 days I will have been married for 3 months. Yep, I'm a "newlywed". I am newly wed. ha ha ha. I know, I know, that was a bad joke. I'll get better, I promise. I am also a mom. I have 2 of my very own offspring, one is 4 and one is 9. Both girls. Lots of drama.

I pointed out to my new husband (Jason) last night that our "family" is dysfunctional. He tortures my daughters with his antics to try and make them giggle, but it rarely ever works. His sense of humor is rough; somewhat hard to "get". But it makes me laugh, and I think that's the important thing. I told him how I hope he never runs out of material, even by the time we are old, because the fact that he can crack me up is one of the top reasons I love him. I won't get gushy, I'll stop there.

We are like a regular family in many ways. But with lots of tattoos. Jason more-so than the rest of us. Many more to come, I'm sure. And my daughters have caught the tattoo fever, so for them we just use Sharpies (pictures to come soon!) This is because he is a tattoo artist. An "ink slinger". I know he hates that term, but since it amuses me, I think I'll keep using it.

My job is not as exciting, but it's still pretty awesome. I write Google ads for other people's businesses and websites. You know the ones that end up on the top of your search page whenever you type in what you're looking for? Yeah, those. To me, writing the ads is sort of like writing Haiku. In Haiku, you get 3 lines. 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. In Google, you also get 3 lines. But then you get 25 characters, 35 characters, 35 characters. Not rocket science, but it pays some of the bills.

So, that's my introduction. Stay tuned for more details...