As I get older, I find myself caring less & less about being the person I think I'm supposed to be, and allowing myself to be me.
Currently, this is me:
I love my husband. I am still in awe, after 22 yrs together, that he chose me. He still makes my heart flutter and my panties wet.
I am most proud of our 4 kids. They are wonderful, smart, funny, kind, caring, giving, driven teens & young adults. I'd give them the world if I could.
I am also vulgar. The crasser the better. (Is crasser even a word?)
I cannot remember the last time I went a full 24 hours without a conversation about poo.
I yell at other drivers when my windows are closed, but never when they're open. Especially those who don't use their turn signals.
I talk very openly about sex. Not my sex life, just sex.
I fart. A lot. Sometimes they smell bad. I stopped holding them in and pretending I don't fart. I laugh at my own farts. My favourite are the loud, dry farts.
I have a thing for leather jackets, and shoes.
I eat some chocolate every day. Really. Every day.
I drink 3-4 large cups of coffee every day.
I am the laziest person I know.
I enjoy playing golf.
I like playing euchre.
I drop the f-bomb. A lot.
The c-word does not offend me any more than any other derogatory word. It's just a word.
I miss being a stay-at-home mom/wife. (Come onnnn 649!!!)