Today is my one year blog anniversary.
I still have no idea why I started this blog. I think I needed an outlet that was somewhere in between a journal and A FLASHING NEON SIGN WITH MY NAME ON IT ORBITING THE PLANET .
You know, middle ground. Ground which I never seem to occupy with my moods…
Anyway, I was looking at a blog the other day and thinking…”Wha?” I couldn’t figure out who this person was or what they were doing.
So I decided for my one-year anniversary, I would re-introduce myself and reveal a little more than I normally do. Now that my name is out there on etsy …
I turn 38 on Sunday and I still wear this stupid scarf on my head. Although sometimes I don’t.
(This picture was taken by my 3-year-old Seigfried…not his real name).
You may not be able to tell based on the art quality on this blog, but I am an artist. Sort of. I do other things too but they are…weird. And I’m a terrible housekeeper. And organizer….
I was born and raised in Texas.
I married my husband, The Dark Knight (not his real name) in 1995. I was 21 and he was 19.
He was grumpy about the wedding in that he had to be in it. Our wedding pictures look like this….
We lived in San Antonio for 3 years, recovering from wedded bliss…. and then we decided to move to Chicago so the Dark Knight could study smart things.
I loved our nasty little apartment in downtown Chicago (above a pizza parlor).
I did artsy things and The Dark Knight did smartypants things.
And then 7 years later we decided to move to Africa so The Dark Knight could study languages that nobody knows how to speak. And I could wander and write.
And then after 13 years of being unable to shoot forth offspring, I gave birth to Siegfried.
He changed my life with his awesomeness.
3 years later we moved back to the US, landed in San Antonio, and stayed here while I gave birth to shock #2: Boy.
He is my most favorite dumpling.
The Dark Knight PhD and I have been married for 17 years and we have toddlers. And that’s about all we have. We’ve never owned a home. Never purchased proper dinnerware. Never really fit in to the groups. And that is just fine with me. We’re here for now. Got us some family and friends (they’re ALL blurry).
And I paint and sell on etsy and do freelance “boutique display”. Our little life is definitely a group effort.
Last night our 3.5-year-old, Seigfried, fell and hurt his arm. We took him to the emergency room.
I haven’t mentioned it here before, but Siegfried had a stroke before (or perhaps during) birth. It knocked a large hole in his cerebellum which controls his center of balance. He is brilliant. He knew the alphabet and could read several words before he was 2. So no cognitive hit. But one neurosurgeon told us that she didn’t think he would ever walk. Now he runs all over the place. Its terrifying but he does it. And he hits the floor a hundred times a day. So the fact that this was our first major injury is amazing. He is amazing.
The ER doc told us he had a left radial fracture and they gave him a temporary cast. But then today we took him in to get a real cast and the doctor looked at his X-ray and said, “What moron took this?!?!”
He did another one and found NOTHING. No break! He said there might still be some tiny fracture so we’re keeping the temp cast on for a week.
Wow that was a tangent.
What was I saying?
Oh yes. This is my blog. That’s all it is. I scribble something out, rarely proofread because man I’m tired, and I publish it. Sorry about that.