Welcome to my blog. Is that a pretty cliché opening sentence or what?  That’s right. I have a blog; finally.

I’ve loved writing and used it as my main form of self-expression since my youthful elementary years at the Catholic school I attended—when I was convinced I wanted to become a nun once I grew up and where I started dabbling in poetry.

As the title of my blog site might indicate, I did not become a nun, which is ok, because I had been boy-crazy since kindergarten, so I probably wouldn’t have made a very good one. I also never pursued any formal or focused education in writing, nor did I ever venture down any type of career path that might fulfill  my grammatical interests and textual desires.

Instead, I got a very early jumpstart on my other “when-I-grow-up-I-want-to-be” dream job of becoming a wife and mother, although not in that order.

Of course, this resulted in me working in any type of job I could find that allowed me to make just enough (which mostly meant never enough) money to feed my family, pay some bills and still spend some meaningful amount of time being with my children as much as possible.

Looking back, I know that it is only by God’s Holy Grace and His perfect timing that people and opportunities were placed in my path, as precisely as they were, to allow as minimal destruction and damage as possible to be left in the wake of my cyclone of bad choices and horrible decisions.

I’ve turned out fine, for the most part, and my kids have turned out great (for the most part). Hell. Sometimes I even think I’ve finally landed over the rainbow and view my world in the brightest and most vibrant Technicolor hues that last century’s cinematic industry could’ve created.

Then I eventually find myself waking up with a headache to my dimmer and duller reality. But it’s with the realization that my reality really wasn’t as bad as it looked yesterday, if I realistically take a really long look at it.

I’m not a constant complainer; I know that every action has an opposite and equal reaction; therefore, I’ve always known I was the assailant as well as the victim of my own circumstances. So as Chris Stapleton sings, I got nobody to blame but me.

I do, however, sometimes whine quite a bit. But today I decided I would quit silently whining in my brain about how I never got to attempt anything I every really wanted to try because of the things I needed to do instead. I’d quit thinking to myself about how nowadays any moron with a computer or a phone can become a “published” writer or web designer with all of the free apps floating around in cyberspace. I have a computer. I have a phone. Hell, I’ve acted moronic often enough.

I even actually find myself having some free time today. If they can do it, why can’t I? Why not enter this blogosphere and if nothing else, allow a creative outlet and maybe a little self-entertainment other than binge watching Real Housewives this weekend?

So, there you have it. Me, in a nutshell.

I’m a Christian-Catholic WIFE and mother of three boys, ranging in age from 14 to 22. I also work outside the home, full-time plus some. I like to bake, which is convenient because I also like to eat, which also sucks because I’ve recently lost about 75 pounds, and sometimes I just want cake real bad. I overly-like holidays, nostalgia and tradition. I love Jesus, but I cuss a little (or a lot). Sometimes, in my own mind at least, I’m a wordsmith. Oh, yeah—I’m kind of long-winded, and I like to write.

So. Welcome to My Blog.