Day #2...he's got me by the shoe

I am supposed to write what I love about myself today. The more and more I thought about this the more and more I came up with. The more and more I came up with, the more and more I shot holes into. But one thing came up over and over…the one thing about myself that I love is my family.


In case you could not by this point in time realize by reading this blog, I love my family. There are some crackpots, but what family doesn’t have those. I love the “sense” of family that we all have and I have been able to pass down to my children.

I love my mom. She drives me absolutely crazy. Being the only girl is hard with no one else to bitch to, but I have learned a long time ago it goes through phases and right now is a phase I need to stay away from. But without any doubt, I love my mom and would do anything for her.

I love my brothers. All 7 of them in their own ways but I do love them. #3 pisses me the effoff, but that in itself is pretty evident regularly around here.

I love my husband. My husband and I have been together in one way or another for the last 26 years. For a long time we were friends, then lovers, then best friends and now husband and wife. We are a mixture of all of those other things and the best of each other at the same time. He brings out the best and the worst in me and vice a versa.

I love my children. I could not wait until I got pregnant with Jelly. I cherished every day with him when he was a baby and for that I cherish him more now that he is almost a grown man.

I tried hard to have Peanut, okay not that hard. As soon as we stopped trying, BOOM there he was. He made me the sickest and was my biggest and my clumsiest and my cutest all at the same time. He drives me to Clairol but I truly do not know what I would do without him in my life.

Butter, well let’s just say “I am so glad that this surprise entered my life”. He is my baby. I used to push him down when he tried to walk just because I knew he was my last and I wanted the baby for a little longer. I may have cause irreversible damage to my husband’s self-esteem as a result. But I love him.

I love my SILs and past SILs. I love my family.

If it were not for my family I would not be the person that I am today.