My family calls me Sug. Pronounced "Shug". It is short for sugar. Legend has it that when I was a child I was sweet, like sugar. In my adult life I think Lemmy, short for lemon would be a better fit. I tend to be bitter.
I'm a mother of one. We call him Bean. My family is big on nicknames. Bean is 5 years young and all boy. Bean just started kindergarten. He is playing soccer for the first time. Have you ever watched a group of 5 years old play soccer? One word, frustrating. Bean is a picky eater with a great sense of humor and a thirst for attention. I think the attention seeking is my fault. Bean was born 6 weeks early and was the first grandchild of the family therefore from the time he was cut from my uterus he was spoiled by everyone. I made rookie parenting mistakes like thinking that cribs and playpens were "mean" so he had me or someone else at his side 24/7. I believe this has lead to his inability to play alone, be alone, sleep alone (this is getting better), pretty much do anything alone.
I'm on my second marriage. The first marriage is just practice, right? I was only married to Bean's father for 18 months before I left and then we were officially divorced a year later. The only thing worst than an unhappy marriage is the divorce. If they government were to make getting married as difficult (and expensive) as getting divorced America's marriage rate wouldn't be in the toilet. Fast forward a few years and I met Bird (are the nicknames getting annoying?). Bird and I instantly fell for each other, or so he says. We hopped on the fast track to marriage and got married just under a year of meeting. We didn't want people to think we were foolish so we would say things like "neither or us are getting any younger", "when you know, you know", "we can always get divorced" (great advice from my best friend Christi). We have been married for just over a year and while we do have the occasional arguments and struggles I can safely say I have never been happier and content in my entire life. Bird is a catch. He is easy on the eyes, funny, caring, generous and came with NO BAGGAGE. Did I mention he is literally the world's best step-dad?
The three of us live comfortably in the hills outside of Eugene, Oregon. We enjoy the peacefulness and seclusion that the country life offers.
I've been rambling.
Here are the reasons & goals for this blog of mine:
I'm a mother of one. We call him Bean. My family is big on nicknames. Bean is 5 years young and all boy. Bean just started kindergarten. He is playing soccer for the first time. Have you ever watched a group of 5 years old play soccer? One word, frustrating. Bean is a picky eater with a great sense of humor and a thirst for attention. I think the attention seeking is my fault. Bean was born 6 weeks early and was the first grandchild of the family therefore from the time he was cut from my uterus he was spoiled by everyone. I made rookie parenting mistakes like thinking that cribs and playpens were "mean" so he had me or someone else at his side 24/7. I believe this has lead to his inability to play alone, be alone, sleep alone (this is getting better), pretty much do anything alone.
I'm on my second marriage. The first marriage is just practice, right? I was only married to Bean's father for 18 months before I left and then we were officially divorced a year later. The only thing worst than an unhappy marriage is the divorce. If they government were to make getting married as difficult (and expensive) as getting divorced America's marriage rate wouldn't be in the toilet. Fast forward a few years and I met Bird (are the nicknames getting annoying?). Bird and I instantly fell for each other, or so he says. We hopped on the fast track to marriage and got married just under a year of meeting. We didn't want people to think we were foolish so we would say things like "neither or us are getting any younger", "when you know, you know", "we can always get divorced" (great advice from my best friend Christi). We have been married for just over a year and while we do have the occasional arguments and struggles I can safely say I have never been happier and content in my entire life. Bird is a catch. He is easy on the eyes, funny, caring, generous and came with NO BAGGAGE. Did I mention he is literally the world's best step-dad?
The three of us live comfortably in the hills outside of Eugene, Oregon. We enjoy the peacefulness and seclusion that the country life offers.
I've been rambling.
Here are the reasons & goals for this blog of mine:
- I'm a fan of Pinterest. I have spend an endless amount of time browsing the DIYs, recipes, and things I will never have. My problem with Pinterest is most of the "pins" are bullshit. I'm an OK cook. I'm not creative. I lack motivation. But when I have attempted a recipe or project from Pinterest even if I follow the directions the end result is usually lame and unsatisfying. Think of me as a "Pin Buster."
- Other women's blogs are annoying. Just be honest! Don't sugar coat what you've done. Shoot from the hip! You aren't fooling anyone with your "perfect wife, perfect mom, perfect career" facade. I'm a real mom, real wife, real woman,real human being and therefore I want to inspire other real moms, real wives, real women, real human beings.
- Gimmicks, wives tales, bullshit. I will try things and give you an honest accurate review.
- I need a place to vent, rant and rave.
- I'm bored and thought, "I should start a blog!".
- I need a venue to talk sh*t about people on reality shows.
So stay tuned for me, myself and I attempting to be a homemaker and now a blogger!
