Married to Moose since 1997, I have had my hands full with a daughter and two sons. After living within a 45 mile radius for the first 30 years of their lives, we packed up and bounced back and forth across the US before landing in Texas (for the second time). I spend my days keeping little people alive, trying not to laugh when my four year old says fart, drinking coffee, fantasizing about the lottery, and trying to remember what it was like to sleep past 6am. I spend my nights binge watching Netflix while drinking bloody marys and eating Oreos, texting friends at 3am, and answering deep questions from my 5 year old insomniac son.
I walk a fine line between an outgoing socialite and an anxiety ridden hermit. An extroverted introvert, if you will. I am fiercely loyal, love hard and laugh often, usually at inappropriate stuff. I drink too much, eat too much and swear too much. Although extremely opinionated, I like to chew on my thoughts and if you hear from me know it has been thoroughly thought out. My tombstone will say “She was a hot mess but we loved her. Plus, she made a helluva quiche.”
I have yet to decide what I want to be when I grow up. So far, I have done many things. Too many to list. Now I am on a quest to find what brings me comfort, happiness, and self-worth. Through writing and photography, I am finding that I am creative. Currently I runs a blog, “Never Drink from Mommy’s Cup” and co-create a podcast, “Life Under The Laundry Pile”. I want to be proud of myself but I also want to be an example to my children to look for their happiness and embrace it. Also I would really like it if they didn’t grow up to be a-holes