Fact: I am 46 years old and I actually am OK with that.
Fact: I do love my husband, with all my heart and all my soul.
Fact: I have three kids whom I too love completely, but want to strangle occasionally.
Fact: I am open and honest.
Fact: I have a LOT of friends. And a lot of those friendships are very deep.
Fact: You can ask me anything and I will be truthful.
Fact: When I commit to something, it is fully.
Fact: I think I could have had an incredibly difficult adulthood, had I not worked very hard to work through the dysfunction of my childhood. I could write a book - or produce my own unbelievable reality show.
Fact: I would do just about anything for anyone.
Fact: I think I'm pretty funny. This not known to me until I started using social media and realize I crack myself up.
Fact: Sometimes things happen in my life that totally suck.
Fact: Sometimes I probably don't handle those sucky things "properly" but I handle them as best as only I can.
Fact: For the most part I consider myself very fortunate, and know I am blessed to have all that I do in my life.
Fact: I thank God for the above fact, every day.
Fact: I never have and never will consider myself to be any better than anyone else. Need proof? Ask, and I can provide.
Fact: My life is an open book. Again - just ask.
Fact: Don't fuck with my kids. You will regret it.
Fact: I say, shame on me, if I have let anyone fuck with ME.
Fiction: I am 46 years old....(ok, who am I kidding. I am. And I feel it most of the time.)
Fiction: My marriage is unstable.
Fiction: My kids are spoiled, rotten brats. (We work hard to parent the best way WE think.)
Fiction: I just say shit to say shit.
Fiction: I don't have any friends, and no one wants anything to do with me because of the way I am.
Fiction: I just spew shit because I want people to like me.
Fiction: I get involved in stuff swim related and school related, again, only because I want people to like me.
Fiction: Life is grand, always has been, always will be. Nothing bad can touch me, because I am THAT awesome.
Fiction: I use people.
Fiction: I use humor to cover up the pain in my life.
Fiction: Let me remind you - my life is PERFECT. Oh and so am I.
Fiction: I just handle things the way I do because I am a bitch. Plain and simple. I have no feelings.
Fiction: I think everything in life is owed me and should be handed to me on a silver platter.
Fiction: I don't believe in God.
Fiction: I count all the "things" I have that you don't.... I'm keeping score.
Fiction: I try to sugar coat my life and my existence so you don't see me for who I really am.
Fiction: Go ahead. Walk all over my kids. I don't care. I don't notice.
Fiction: Oh yeah. Go ahead..... underestimate me.