About
If I were to say that I am a wife, stay at home mom, Christian, bio and foster parent who home school’s one of my children, and usually votes Republican. You would be inclined to make think “Desperate Housewife meets Arkansas”
You would be wrong.
I say Christian. You say “leave me the hell alone, you will not change me.” I say, “not my job.”
For me being a Christian is about believing that Christ died for me to pay the price for my sin and reunite me with God. It is about finding out the reason God fashioned me in this way and to fulfill his purpose for me here on earth. I do not have time to worry about who you are sleeping with, your drug of choice, or whether or not YOU are living up to God’s standards. Asking you to play by my rules when you aren’t playing my game would be stupid of me. That being said, if you like my game, I’ll be happy to let you play on my team.
I vote Republican because I only have two choices. Having two choices makes it likely that half of us will be unhappy with things at any given time. Adding a third party only adds to the number of people who are unhappy. 2/3 as opposed to 1/2. If “Anti-Incumbent” were a party I would vote that way. Where I live Republican is the “Anti-Incumbent” party. Until politicians are reminded that they are here to “preserve and protect” the Constitution we will continue to be burdened by their stupid decisions. On both sides of the aisle. Send them all home. Having a bunch of people there who don’t know how to be politicians can’t be any worse.
I have three bio kids, all have a different father. I have three foster kids, all have the same father. Reminding me to never make an assumption and to always be mindful of the grace I’ve been given.
We have legal custody of the three foster children, and the mother has assigned her parental rights directly to us. They have now lived with us for over 5.5 years. Which begs the question, why haven’t you adopted? That is a good question. I don’t have an answer for you. We have tried. Our home study is “under review”. We continue to wait on the state, and you, the taxpayer, continue to foot the bill for all of their care.
We continue to have contact with the mother of our foster children. We call her Mama. She is not perfect. We choose to be thankful that she gave life to half of our children. We want our children to know her and not concoct a fantasy that we could never compete with. For the record they are a singlet and twins born 47 weeks apart. For five weeks every year they are the same age. This year they were five.
The three bio children are older. We have a daughter who was forcibly removed from the nest two years ago, and sent off to college. A 17 yo son whom we just started home schooling as he had two years left of school and one year left of interest. If he stays current on his classes he will graduate in six months. Begging the question “What the hell is going on in schools these days?” Good question. Our youngest, biologically, is starting middle school. In that weird age between Pokemon and puberty.
I am married to Tech Support. I love him best of all. Even more than the kids. We are still crazy in love after 13 years. He found what was already there and showed it to me.
As for what I do when I’m not doing my husband or preparing the next generation to do battle….
I run. Several years ago I decided I wanted to do a half marathon, this year I got off my ass and started doing it. Somewhere along the way I fell in love with running. I run barefoot, it’s the best thing ever. It’s supposed to connect you with nature of something. Since I started running barefoot I have not had one shin splint, heel spur or plantar faciitis issue.
I cook. I love it. I make the best breads ever. My perfect Friday would be to spend the entire day in the kitchen cooking and then have a house full of friends over until we all keel over from laughter or exhaustion. After watching Jamie Oliver make a chicken nugget I decided that I should know where all my food comes from, how it’s prepared and who is preparing it. I try to stay from processed food and any ingredient that can also be crayon. “real flavor” is a description not an ingredient. That being said I drink Coca-Cola every day and have a stash of M&M’s. Someday I want to move to the country and eat dirty carrots that I planted.
That is me. My life in 1,000 words or less. I’m not perfect, but I love my life. The only thing I ever wanted to be when I grew up was me. I think I’ve done a pretty good job of that.
