1995 – 2011
I know these are probably not the most interesting blog posts in the world. I will be honest, they are for me. Just taking a little walk back through time to get over this oh my f-ing gawd I’m freakin’ 49 now burning daylight and accomplished what????? over the past 49 years deal.
In 1995 I decided that my children needed more than I could give them. Honestly, I was in dire need of some assistance from my family and friends. I was losing it again, and fast.
I had been away from Memphis so long that moving back there was damned near traumatic. I had been living in small towns and to move back to the city was a little overwhelming. The city had changed so much I didn’t know where things were anymore.
I probably cried for the first week I was back home.
Scored a total awesome job at a logistics warehouse, got my own place and settled in. My goal was to remain single and just be a mom. Seriously, after two failed marriages you begin to question your ability to choose a proper mate.
That is when I met my third, yes I did it again, husband.
We married in 1999, and stayed married for almost 12 years. How he managed to stomach me that long, well I’ll never know although I’m sure him being out of town 50% of the time didn’t hurt. During that time we did have a ton of fun. Bought a house, bought a lot of different cars along the way and I had an excellent father-figure for my children.
Not much happened to me other than being a mom. I loved every minute of it. My kids, their friends, the constant activity...even the drama was a wonderful part of this time. Okay, so sometimes the drama led me to take anti-depressants, but only because Miss Fix-It Want To Make The World A Perfect Place couldn’t fix-it or make it a perfect place.
I attempted college again. Only to stress out and quit after the first year. I honestly had no idea what I want to be when I grew up, grew up and still clueless.
I became a grandmother {total awesomeness}. Saw my oldest marry. Watched my children grow and evolve into their awesome selves.
Last year, after my divorce from my wonderful husband (no sarcasm here – do not attempt to add any either or I will have to kick proverbial butt) I moved my insane self to New Hampshire to experience the New England states and have myself a real winter.
THIS is what my blog is about. My adventures here and my new life. I am still the same person, just relocated the my insanity.
I still don’t know where I’ve been, what I am doing or what the future holds for me.
I seem to be repeating my life over and over again in 16 year periods. So it appears that this next 16 years, if given them, I will be reborn (moved to New Hampshire), experience a lot of drama, mess up my life, get and lose jobs, move around a lot, regret my mistakes, make them again, and write about it all.
I am, after all, a creature of habit. The only difference is now I have a blog instead of countless journals…
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