The girl from the north
Just in case you were wondering...I'm a college-educated, gainfully-employed, mid-thirties mom and wife who still has not decided what I want to be when I grow up. I live in the northern tier of the United States in a very small, but well-connected, hamlet. If I wanted to run away, I could defect to Canada quite easily. I have considered it. Seriously.I've been married for a long time to a great guy who happens to be a farmer and my polar opposite. He is outgoing and has many friends. I prefer to keep my own company and choose my friends carefully. In fact, when we were going through the process of getting married, our pastor told us we should not get married because we are so different.
We didn't listen.
And just before our 10-year anniversary (after two children, two cats (no longer with us) two dogs (still with us), three cities, four houses, a serious financial crisis, and (my) four career changes), my mother commented that we were probably going to stay together after all.
I worry a lot, about how I am doing as a mom and wife; and I think too much, about why I allow such labels for myself. I worry a lot about my career, but I do not write about that...too risky. I also worry too much about my weight, as it has gotten out of control in the last year or so. I blame my last job; but that situation has now changed, so I should make some positive progress in that worry area. I tend to obsess and freak out on occasion, but my husband has not left me...yet.
I write constantly - but I have never really kept a journal or diary consistently before. I'm hoping this will act as a journal, photo-album, baby(-ies) book, and news medium for those who know me - or care enough to read about what I'm thinking.
I'm also very new to this web design/blogging thing, so I'm reading everything I can and looking at web sites and blogs all the time for ideas. If you see something on/about my site that could be improved, please do not hesitate to let me know. I take criticism quite well, considering. If you are just emailing me to be mean or tell me you do not like something I wrote, piss off. I do not have time for whiners.
This is supposed to be fun, so hang on...whaling season has begun.
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