Who am I?

That’s a good question, thanks for asking…

I feel complicated and smothered sometimes… I am a hard-working, underappreciated, semi-but-fights-it-domesticated part-time teacher (for now) on the college level (grade 13) who has mastered cutting edge sarcasm. 

Thou tongue is as sharp as this here forever blade… *zing*

I started this blog at Diaryland.com in 2001, at the suggestion of a friend, who thought that by putting my frustrations, thoughts, and stress into writing, that I’d not need therapy.  Uh… sometimes I think that by putting it all down in writing that I’m putting out the impression that I’m moderately crazy with a side of bonkers.  I’m not, but if you knew the family that I grew up with, you’d get a little taste for the battle that ensues daily in my mind… a never-ending battle between normalcy and extreme drama. 

I don’t like drama, by the way.  Sure, I get sucked INTO it every so often, but I really don’t like it.  It makes my stomach hurt, I get migraines, and this anger thing just stews and stews.  In other words, drama sucks.

I also don’t play games… but as I am a female, most people assume that I DO play games.  When I was single, I was not much of a player… before my husband, I dated this asshole who ended up becoming the father of my oldest son (trust me, this was not by choice)… now I’m stuck with him like Al Capone was stuck with STDs until he died.  Before him, I dated (sort’ve) a couple of guys… some of whom were more like “Rebels without a clue” than what I needed.  So, essentially, after SD (Sperm Donor), I dated S4B (Shit for brains) for a few months (only after her pursued me aggressively) and dumped me after I started to have real feelings for him… then I swore off ALL men… that’s when my husband popped his head into the picture.  Just a nice, unassuming guy who just did what he did without drawing attention to himself.  I, my friends, am his attention.  I get it.  I give it.  I throw it around and juggle it like multi-colored balls and flaming sticks. 

ANYWAYS…

I’m a teacher, this week… or at least until Xmas 09… or until either my house sells or they decide to cut their losses and dump me like last week’s tuna salad.  Until then, I teach 100-level courses at the local community college… hoping to ONE DAY make it big (bad, and hairy)… doing something, significant, in my field of study… which is (guess… go on, I betcha you can’t)…

 

HISTORY

And, with that, I will leave the rest of who I am a mystery… only to be discovered by flipping through the pages of my “CrazyBlog” which will, I hope, to one day, I hope, unlock the mysteries of my psyche and let me life to be old, crabby, and the possesser of multiple cats, dogs, or hamsters.

 

Who’ll call me crazy then? HUH??