Well, hello, all of you people who are not reading this! Fancy meeting you here! Anyhoozle, I was recently made aware that all stay-at-home moms have blogs. It's just what we do. So, as I like to pretend that I am all hip and with it and whatnot, I am currently in the process (like right this second) of starting a blog. Because people totes care what I think? Maybe? Probably not, but that's cool.
As I said, I'm a stay-at-home mom. SAHM's, I believe is what we're called. I mean, once a month (or for entire years, which is less fun) I am also a combat medic in the National Guard. Which I absolutely fluv! (Fluv = effing love, by the by. I sometimes make up my own language. I apologize in advance.) To clarify, I love the blood and guts and army-ish aspect of the Guard, not so much the leaving my family. I am married to a super awesome man who, for the purposes of this blog, shall henceforth be referred to as Captain Gingerbeard. He's just the cat's pajamas, and my bestie with testes! I have provided maternal DNA to four beautiful kids, code names Smarty Pants (age 10,) Miss Priss (age 8,) Sassafrass (age 6,) and Skeletor (age 5.) Skeletor (the only boy) was not given his name because he's "even more eviler than Skeletor," but because he is obsessed with skeletons and all things Halloween. We are currently awaiting an appointment with the Pediatric Developmental Disorders clinic at Vanderbilt, which I'm told is very good. The general consensus, thus far, is that he has some form of autism. So, I'm sure we'll be talking about that, as well.
One final thing before I go take my meds and get my cutie sleep, I have some mystery illness that could be Lupus/Lyme Disease/Fibromyalgia/Rheumatoid Arthritis/There's Nothing Wrong With You, but the final diagnosis has yet to be reached. I call it my TICWeed (Terrible Intercontinental Wasting Disease.) It used to be my Terrible Iraqi Wasting Disease, because it started while I was deployed, but as it followed me home, its name had to be tweaked. So, there you go. Me in a nutshell. Did anyone else just think of that scene from Austin Powers? No? Just me? Okay, then.