I break blogger rule number 1.34L (there are a lot of number one rules of blogging). I know, I’m such a rebel. Rule number 1.34L is that you should have a picture of yourself prominently displayed on your blog so that people will connect with you. I hate that rule. And I will continue to break it. But, I love the rule about connecting with your readers on a more personal level. It’s rule 2.675B, if you’re wondering. In the handbook. HA! Gotcha, there’s no handbook!! Actually, there are about a million handbooks and they all say the same things about 700 different ways. But I digress. Let’s get back to the topic at hand. ME!
Who am I?
The age old question. I’m not the typical mommy blogger demographic. I’m on the senior circuit for mommy bloggers, I don’t have any little babies hanging around and I don’t plan to either. In fact, if I did, there’s no way I would be writing this blog. I don’t know how mothers of little babies find time to do anything besides mother and shower. Occasionally. Here’s a summary of me, by the numbers:
41 (although the first number that comes to my head is 34) years old.
Married for 14 years.
Two children, a daughter who is 11 and a son who is 9.
1 house with 7 rooms that I love to come up with crazy plans for.
2 cats, one who is 16 years old and acts like she’s 2 and one who is, not unlike a professional wrestler, from parts unknown, age unknown and easily disgruntled.
1 bunny who has no interest in the humans in this house whatsoever but if you accidentally leave a cord near him, he will chew that, electrocution be damned.
Why do I write a blog?
I can’t lie. I write this blog because I want to make money from it. I know. Evil greed. But it is more than that. I want to make money from this blog because I LOVE writing this blog and I want to be one of those people who actually makes money from doing what they love. I want to quit my day job (I’m halfway there! I moved to a part time schedule about 6 months ago!) and do this full time. I also write this blog because I am super competitive and it does allow an outlet for that. I’m way into page views and how many more I got today than yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I am not at all jealous of or competitive with other bloggers. I was a gymnast growing up. Gymnastics is very much an individual sport and my competitiveness is in trying to beat myself. Do better than I did the day before.
Do I believe in God?
Weird question to throw in, but important to know about me. I think it’s important to know this about me because I do notice that there are a lot of bloggers who are Christian and who include that fact in their bio snippets and so I assume that means it is something that blog readers are curious about. I was brought up Catholic and I have a very strong faith in God and heaven. I do not have a very strong faith in the church itself, sadly. I disagree with the church on many topics. It kills me every time I go to church with my amazing daughter and see the priest on the altar and know that she is not allowed to be a priest. Because she is a girl. I have this thing about following rules just because they are rules. I’m not down with that. If a rule is stupid, it should be changed. Don’t even get me started on North Carolina. I heard a lawyer on the radio yesterday talking about the families he is representing who feel their privacy is being violated by allowing transgender children into the locker room that corresponds to their gender identity. He actually said that it’s not fair for the biological girls to have to wear their dirty gym clothes all day because they are too uncomfortable changing in a locker room with a trans child. So, we’re putting dirty gym clothes above the health and safety of another child. Really people? REALLY? If you want to make an argument against transgender people being in your bathroom, please, for the love of God, make it something that COUNTS! Not dirty gym clothes. My point is, I believe in God and Heaven and Morality and Kindness. I do not believe in rules, ancient or not, that are stupid and/or irrelevant written by someone who is more than likely no smarter or more moral or closer to God than I am. And for that reason, I have a difficult relationship with my church.
Interesting how without even planning this blog post very thoroughly in my mind that I mention my dislike for rules in two separate paragraphs and on two completely different topics. Perhaps I have some problems with authority? That is probably the most telling thing I have written about myself in this entire post. 🙂