I'm Glad You Asked

A few may have started to read this blog and have thought to themselves why is she writing this stuff putting her personal life out there for everyone to see? Well the simple reason is not for you, it is for me. I've come to realize after months of my husband telling me and months of my sister confirming it I am turning into my mother. Yep mom this one is your fault too.

For some reason the stress of having either A) two toddlers B) living in a camper for a year or C) building a new house has made me lose my memory. I now stare back at my husband with the look of "I don't know what the heck you are talking about" like my mother used to do to my dad, sister and I. We would roll our eyes and wonder how on earth is she doing that. Why can't she remember a simple conversation? Well now I know.

Sorry mom. Sorry for all of the times I got aggravated when you wouldn't remember something that was important to me or forgot something I told you. Sorry for picking on you when you'd look thru me while I was talking to you and you wouldn't answer me back. I now realize a tenth of what was on your mind.

I write that to say this. I am writing this blog because like my mother I live in organized chaos. I can't keep anything organized or where I want it to be. But I always know where it is. I write this blog because as my memory fades I have written proof of the unbeleiveble stories of my life, of my family's life.

I am a magnet for the unusual. My sister used to tell me I should write a book. My husband is also a magnet for the unusual. When I met my husband, Steven, I used to tell him he should write a book. Now that we are married I wish we would have started that book. So here's my chance. As I type this I have the option to print this and keep for my memories. While I don't print these daily I still have somewhere I can keep them out of my unorganized way until I am ready for them.

As far as sharing with the world if it brightens someone's day to read about as my husband and I call them "calamities" then help yourself. Because I am utimately sharing with my family stories I can't remember long enough to retell. Although, I don't write about everything odd in our lives this is the majority of it. We hope you enjoy!