Well, today I started a blog, and went to a funeral. That is a lot for one day,(not). But I will say that the funeral was a little draining. Let me tell everyone about me and my family.
I have a total of five kids. Yours, mine and, of course, ours. My husband Jim is 42 and I just turned 40 in July of this year, which I thought would be much more of an experience. Any kind of experience. My children threw a party for me which was great of them, but, as usual, some of my family members ruined it for a lot of my friends and myself.
There is Katy, our oldest daughter. She is 15 and right in the middle of trying to grow up too fast.
There is Bradley, who is 14 and has an ego the size the continental United States.
James, he's the only one who doesn't choose to live with us at the age of 13 and mostly confused about a lot of things that happen here. You kind of have to be here on a day to day basis to keep up.
Nick, he's also going to be 13 in January, and he's going through a "I wish I knew when to be quiet" phase. which is driving quite a wedge between us right now. But he's so cute and he's got those, big, brown eyes....
And then there's the "ours", Mara. She is a whole 6, and at a very challeging age, has reached 1st grade with all of her wisdom and teeth!
My family probably doesn't sound very interesting to most until you factor in the fact that we adopted Breast Cancer about 8 years ago. At first, it was a foster child that came and went a few times and then when Mara was about 18 months old, it decided to take permanent residence here with my family, in my body. And that my friends, is what this blog is all about.
A few years ago I had started to write a book, and I keep writing but it never has an end. So, I will blog, and if you want to read great! And if not, ok too. If I have something nasty to say, I will say it anyway but I will change the people's names not to have any law suit or hate crimes against me.
My breast cancer story starts way back when I was just starting divorce proceedings and becomming a newly single mother who worked at a radio station and needed a much better paying job. My not soon enough to be ex-husband, we will call him Brian, had a drinking problem and to be honest, that was the biggest factor for the divorce. There is soooooo much more to that story but we will get back to that. So, I gave my beautiful, loving grandmother a call and out the door I went with nothing but my 2 young sons and the clothes we had on our backs. There was no looking back, my grandmother had told me in no uncertain terms that if I did look back, I would go back because I would feel sorry for Brian and this wasn't supposed to be about him this time. She was right, she was always right!
I suppose I should get on facebook and let people know about my new blog! More to come guys......please stay tuned, have to go and do homework.
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