I realize, as I sit at my keyboard to start my very first blog ever, that ten years ago I would not have dared to do this. I think it's true, what is said about being a better, truer version of yourself in your thirties and forties, then you were in your twenties or during your teen years. Such as, I recently realized I don't really give a crap about what most people think about me. This is very freeing, the lack of concern over whether I have the right clothes or things or friends (don't worry, you guys rock- I totally have the right friends). I am creating a "new" me- one who doesn't care if you don't like her hair, who writes romance novels and bakes lavender cookies with fresh herbs from the garden, who is happy to be labeled a home maker and has no compulsion to add "for now" after the description. This blog is a journey for me, a discovery and an adventure.
Food for thought: Recently I saw an interview on CNN, with a boy who had gone fishing with his friends and caught an alligator. No joke. This 10 year old boy wrestled a 6 foot alligator into submission and dragged it home to his mama. I think I would have a heart attack if I opened the back door to that! I will never, ever let my boys see that interview, because they don't need any more ideas on how to make Mommy's hair fall out.
What is the craziest, weirdest, most amazing thing you did when you were a child? My mother still tells the story of my getting naked, at age 3, in the ball pit house at Circus World in Orlando. She is trying desperately to get me to come out, or at least put some clothes back on. The attendant keeps saying to her "Ma'am, she really can't be in there with no clothes on!". She then hears my grandmother saying loudly to my grandfather, since he was already a little deaf at the time, "Mac! Is that Dana over there? Is she naked?!" The irony of it is that now I constantly have to prevent spontaneous disrobing by my 3 year old. Ahhh....good times. :)
