Emancipation of A Drama Queen

I’m 32-year old stay-at-home-mom, married with two little boys. We call home a 112-year old house with no closets in the south burbs of Chicago. Try living with zero closets. I’m so not kidding.

I’m still trying to find my niche in life and figure out just who the hell I am and who I want to be. What I do know is that I talk a lot and loudly, I am outgoing and friendly, I’m insecure and a little bit crazy and love being loved. Anything beyond that seems to change with the wind.

Blogging, for me, isn’t so much my outlet as it is a chance to aim for that coveted popularity that eluded me in high school. I need to be liked. It’s a sickness. However, it is just plain fun to purge what’s in my head… it’s like a perfectly sane and acceptable way of talking to myself.

So, I just pretend that this is my very own editorial column in a world wide newspaper and my readers are faithful subscribers to the publication and look forward to my column every single day. I know, I know…delusions of grandeur… blah blah… egotistical freak… yada yada yada. Don’t judge me.

By starting a blog I have found that I’m becoming more comfortable in my own skin because I don’t have to fight these things that I always thought made me a bad person. Instead, I have embraced my flaws and idiosyncrasies. I know I’m not a bad person. You know who is a bad person? Martha Fucking Stewart, that’s who. She’s pure evil.

I digress. The title of this blog speaks of my epiphany that I am who I am and that is a-okay. Just because I seek attention and am self-absorbed and ultimately say “hello world, look at MEEEEEE”, that doesn’t make me any less of a woman. I still give a few bucks to homeless people now and then. I care about the environment and I will gladly “take one for the team” to blog about my indiscretions in order to make others laugh…. even though it is way more fun to publish the indiscretions of others, which I often do because it feels great to laugh at other people, too.

Okay, moving on to the other bits and pieces of me…

I love the word Uranus and will use it any chance I get. I thoroughly believe in using a question mark and an exclamation point when I’m asking a loud question. My girl-crush is Julia Stiles, I want to be her bitch. I have an obsession with italicizing and bolding words. I use the word “so” and “totally” way too often. I love Dr. Pepper. I hate drinking soda from a can… must have a glass with ice. I find driving alone and listening to music relaxing. I have been married twice, first for practice, second for keeps. I have irrational fears of being murdered and being accused of a crime I didn’t commit and I belch really well.

That’s everything in the cute little nutshell that I call me. Ok, maybe cute is an overstatement…