An Introduction to me

  I consider myself a different kind of woman. I tend to be a bit of a Redneck chick. I like to watch cars go fast, truck tires sling mud, shoot guns of any kind, love being outside even in the rain, think bigger is always better, have a great tendency to curse like a sailor, and my fantasy is living in the middle of nowhere, where if I want to go outside naked I will not be arrested, gawked at by anyone other than my husband, or looked down upon for doing so. I have no problem with talking about my life, sex, or what I think about anything. This includes past or present, mine or yours, legal or illegal issues, and on, and on.
  If you are easily offended, my advice to you is to not continue reading any of this or any posts which follow. There will be adult content, foul language, subject matters which many think are taboo, references to alcohol, medications, and sex and nudity. Okay. Maybe not. But I may type a blog while nude and actually type that I'm typing while nude. Possibly not actually typing that, either. But I could if I wanted to and if it offends you, you should go now. If you do not like what I blog about I suggest you not try to change my mind about it. You can nicely state your thoughts and move on or never come back.
  I've been a divorcee, a single parent, and married with and without kids, all twice. Each of those times has their ups and downs, but I prefer to be a married mom. Why? As follows:

1. I love my kids. Sometimes they get on my last nerve, but I wouldn't trade them for anything although, there are times I might claim I would. 
2. I love my husband. Same thing above goes for him, too.
3. My kids love me. They help out around the house, even if I have to yell a bit at times to get them to do something and for their ages, are quite capable of taking care of themselves, minus bathing and dental hygiene, and can entertain themselves, most of the time. And they give me hugs.
4. My husband loves me. He may not do the dishes more than once a month, send the payment for a bill (ever), or take me out very often to a place that doesn't have a bar with either a t.v. playing sports or a jukebox playing loudly but he's a good friend and we're a lot alike. 
5. Because I love them all. My girls are spitting images of me and my sister  (thank goodness) are we're awesome. My husband is a hard workin' man who reminds me a lot of my Dad, and he's awesome, too.

  I have been the "lover" and the "leaver". The 99% of times I was the "leaver" was after I had proof positive of his cheating.  I find it hard to believe that this is the norm. I hate cheaters, male or female. I do not believe it is right or moral. It is not genetic or hormonal. It is simply a person wanting attention, of whatever kind, and getting it from the wrong place all in hopes that they not get caught. The 1% when I was the "lover", meaning I was in the kind of relationship where we were knowingly not exclusive, I may have been hoping to change his mind so he could see that I was better than those other chicks, but then I came to my senses and realized how stupid that man was because he didn't.
  I have headaches, and I have them often. Do not worry, as I have had myself thoroughly checked and they are only tension-related with the occasional migraine. I have come to the conclusion that milk fat and MSG causes my migraines. As long as I keep to the skim milk, do not eat much dairy with full milk fat and fully read food labels I'm fine. Sometimes I can't, or don't care, to do that and I suffer later.
  I do not like to argue, fight or yell. I have found, though, that sometimes it's the only way to get through to certain people because "You can't fix stupid, not even with duct tape".
  I am an odd person, having a type of attitude most people find annoying. Which is "it could always be worse". And, I know for a fact that it CAN be worse. If you'd gone through all that I've had to go through in my life, you would understand. But, I credit many people with liking my personality, as it goes well with my attitude. I can get along with anyone, as long as they're not bothering me, my friends or family.
  I'm not very sociable. Although once I am approached, I can become that way in certain situations. I have to really get to know someone before my real self comes out...the wild and crazy one I like to let out of the cage every now and then. I feel I have a first sense about people, and I tend to trust it until proven otherwise. I have been shown that this sense is false at times, as I have also sensed bad in someone, and thought I was mistaken, also being shown it was wrong to doubt my sense, as well. But, usually, I am right.

  I have two amazing daughters. Currently one is almost 11 and the other is the wonderful age of 13. (yay) The older girl is into reading books and reads at a level I cannot comprehend, especially since I still don't really like to read but have many books I've half read. The younger girl is understandably random. Sometimes she tries to be 'pretty and cute' and others she dresses, well, different. But, then kids dress pretty strange today in my opinion, anyway.

  I had a son, many years ago from a previous marriage who died suddenly at a tender age. I barely knew him because I was very ill with pre-eclampisa during the labor, then had toxemia afterwards with which was so bad I was in a medical-induced coma for a couple weeks, where I'd had at least three heart attacks and my intestines and liver had completely shut down. He lasted long enough for me to know what true love was, realize my husband at the time was a complete asshole, see that children are the world's greatest blessing even if you have to die for it.

  I am currently a newly married wife, with my two girls from different previous relationships. I still believe, even after all I've gone through, that marriage is meant to be 'til death and true love lasts forever. I have found that for me, at least, it is easy, when given a good reason, for me to no  longer 'love' a person.
  I have dealt with ex-wives of an epic proportion. This made me promise myself to not be one of those  kinds of ex who was a bitch to deal with on an almost daily, at the least a bi-weekly, basis. I deplore women who use their kids as:

1. a child support check (a reason to constantly be a bitch to your ex and threaten to keep the kids away from them if it's not paid)
2. a welfare check (a reason to keep having more kids, to get more free money)
3. a pawn to get what she wants from friend, family, ex, state, or federal government, anyone (my child needs X, or I need X and because I have a child I can't get it for myself so I beg everybody to give it to me for free instead of paying for it myself)
4. a way to get a man to stick around and be the 'new daddy' and/or her 'sugar daddy' (telling the kids to call 'this man' Daddy instead of allowing them years to make that decision themselves)
5. a reason to sit on her ass, at home, drawing free money and NOT contributing to the family (as in cleaning, cooking, helping the kids with homework, paying the bills, taking care of the family children by making sure they're being raised right, et cetera.)
6. a reason to be an irresponsible adult. (You gave birth to it, you stay home and take care of it.)

  Now don't get me wrong. I do like to get out of the house every now and then, without the kids. It's nice to have some time alone, time out with the big girls, or time with a man. #6 is about those women who have kids and drop them off at whoever will take them for them night, go to the bar/club, get completely trashed on alcohol and/or drugs, show their 'lady parts' in public, dance and flirt with others even if one or the other is taken, and not pick up their kids until the afternoon the following day. They're usually the same ones who have, let's say, three or more kids by three or more different men and will probably end up having more of both.
  Yes, my children are from different men, too. But, I've had tubal ligation. (My tubes are fried, not tied. This genius of a gynecologist burnt each tube in two spots then removed the tubes between, in case they tried to grow back. Even if it DID grow back, it will be only as scar tissue and not as a usable tube.) Almost 11 years later, and no problems. Yes, it's been tested a million times. Maybe a slight over-exaggeration, but I love to test it out, often. I shoot for an average of at least three times a week.