Every time I read a great blog and it's candid and personal, I really feel like I want to do that, too. Maybe someone will read it. Maybe not. But I guess it really isn't for everyone else, is it? I think we all start doing stuff like this for ourselves. For an out.  To have a voice.

I guess this is the beginning for me. I should tell you who I am.

I'm 29. I'll be 30 on April 1st. Ew. It should bother me more than it does. I thought I would freak out. I don't FEEL thirty. I don't think I look thirty. What does thirty LOOK like, exactly?

I had a late start with getting my shit together. I graduated high school then started getting into trouble. Got a DUI. Moved to Charlotte, NC. Moved back home. Faced the music and all that involved. So much detail. I don't feel like going into it. Maybe on a day I am feeling like I need to dig deeper, I might spill. But THAT isn't who I am.

I'm in school right now and I work full time as a secretary type person. I sit in a ratty office all day with the sun shining in my eyes slowly gaining ass poundage.  My job is so boring but I have extra time to study. Who else is gonna pay me to do that? Even though my job isn't hard, it is so difficult to sit here all day. I cannot WAIT till I have a real job.

I go to school at night and take online classes whenever possible. I think I want to be a Nurse. Not sure though. I'll have to quit my day job and find a night job if I decide to do that. It isn't exactly feasible to not have a job, which is exactly what the school recommends. I have to pay rent, utilities, all that jazz. Rock>me< Hard Place

And who knows if I'll even get in? It is a competitive program. At least 400 peeps apply. Only 30 are accepted. So, I guess if I get in, I have to go. If I don't, my question will be answered for me, won't it?

My boyfriend and I live together in Georgia near Atlanta.  We've been together since 2001. His mom keeps asking why he doesn't make an "honest" woman out of me. And the fact is, we would like to have a ceremony but we are b r o k e as a joke and living check to check right now. So, a wedding is not top priority.

Don’t get me wrong. I would like to be married (eeeek). But I'd also like to have the cash to throw a decent party, even if it ends up being in Ma-Ma's back yard (my granny). I also would like to wear a pretty dress. I need at least two big grey barrels full of Miller Lite, some pigs'n'the'blanket, some cup cakes and some flowers, don't I??   

We have two lovely children. A Jack Russell Terrorizer named Buddy, who we have had since he was born- with one toe on his back left paw-about 4 years ago, and Charlie, an American Bulldog (we think) that my honey rescued from the freeway around Christmas time. They are super buds. We are a family FULL of love.  My dog post will have to be all on it's own since I have so much to say about them.

I have two younger brothers who I adore.  They are beautiful, precious, funny, facetious, different, the same, honest, warm, UGA fans. Oh, that's a post too. There is SO much to tell about those boys.

My nephew Matty...what a sweetie. I can't wait to tell ya'll about HIM! He'll be one whole year old on Father's Day.

My mom lives right down the street from me in the same apartments as my bro John. I ride with her to work every day (since dui = no DL). I have to go to work an hour early & not get paid for it but, what the heck. That's my own fault.

Mom don't like to make left turns so if I need to stop anywhere on the way home, it has to be on the right side of the road. That gets frustrating.

My ma-ma lives about 1/2 mile from mom & John.  Ma-Ma was a nurse in her prime rib days. She is awesome, tough, a ball cruncher. She won't let anyone get away with bull crap.

Well, I think that sums it up. I guess you'll all learn about all these fine folks eventually. They are such an big part of my life, I will fo-sho write about them a lot.

And thanks for letting me have my little spot. Sometimes I just need to say stuff. And, not always real sure who to say it to. So...some strangers on the internet works just fine with me....Aprella