My Disclosure Statement: I'm Real. I'm Human.

I'm real.  I have good days.  I have bad days.  I'm hungry more often than I'm not.  When I was moving up to Ohio, I was happy I'd never have to sleep by myself again.  I was also anxious that I'd never be able to sleep by myself again.  More than 50% of the time my husband and I have been together, we've slept separate.  
I've been getting gray hair since I was in my early twenties.  I laugh at you people who freak out when you get one gray hair in your early forties!  
I'm afraid of speaking in public.
I skipped several presentations in college if it didn't count as much of my grade.  If I did do presentations, I wore a turtleneck so that people couldn't see how red and splotchy I get.  
I love the color pink.  And the color green.  And the color blue.  Especially blue and green together, because they remind me of the ocean.  I love the ocean.  I was horrible to my mother when I was four years old because I was jealous of the time she spent with my sister.  I'm real. I'm human.  I think my son feels the same way.  About the time I spend with my daughter.
I never used to like coffee.  I could not put enough cream and sugar in it to make it palatable.  Now, I go to bed at night dreaming about my BLACK coffee I get to have in the morning. 
I drink beer.  I drink wine.  I don't drink liquor.  Blech! I'm real.  I'm human.   If I haven't had a beer in a really long time, that first sip of a really cold beer is magnificent.
I like most foods.  In fact, I can't think of anything I don't like, although raw onions aren't my favorite.
I yell at my kids.  And then I cry about it.  I ask them for forgiveness.  And then I thank God that I'm forgiven for being human.  I'm thankful for Grace.
I've cried at least ten times in the last 3 days.  I have not prayed enough.  
When the kids stress me out, I sneak chocolate.  I put on my jeans from yesterday, and there was a miniature candy bar still in the pocket.
I'm a bookaholic.  I buy books now, but don't have time to read.  I miss reading novels.  I started reading novels in the 7th grade.  I read "The Deep" when I was in the 8th grade.  Probably not a good choice.  
I wanted to be a dancer when I was little.  People told me that I couldn't do it because my feet were flat.  They also told me I couldn't ice skate and any number of other things.  I had to wear corrective shoes for my flat feet when I was little.  When I wet my foot and make an imprint now, I don't think my feet are flat.  I have no idea what they were talking about.  
My eyes are blue, except when they're greenish.  You can't fake this color.  I can honestly say that when guys say they're "looking at me eyes", they are looking at my eyes.  
My teeth are crooked even though I wore braces for three years and my retainers for six years.  My wisdom teeth came in, crowded them and made a big mess.  I wish I could get braces again.  I had my wisdom teeth taken out last year.  I was awake the whole time.  The surgeon had to drill into my bone to get the bottom ones out.  The surgery took almost two hours.  I have permanent nerve damage and now I can't feel the left side of my tongue.  So, between my tongue being "attached" and not being able to feel the left side of my tongue, my "S"'s sound funny.  I'm real.
I'm not graceful or poised.  I tripped on my wedding dress and my dad and I giggled down the aisle.  I slouch.  I try to remember not to slouch.  
I loved Dinosaurs and Space when I was little.  I thought I was going to be a scientist.  Or a teacher.  Or an oceanographer.  I ended up being a Fashion major.  I love clothes.  I love all things artistic.  I have an IQ of over 130.  My hubby's is exactly the same.  
I never thought I'd marry someone without a college degree.  I did and he's just as smart as me.
I have a fear of success.  I'm more afraid of success than I am of failing.  I'm real.  I'm human.
I am me.  
I've sworn in church.  I've yelled at my kids in front of people.  I cry when vacations are over.  I cry when the clock strikes midnight on New Year's Eve.  I cry when I watch people dance.   I cry when I watch people sing.  I cry when I watch my kids sing songs about Jesus.  I cry when I leave my family. 
I smile when I think about the first time my hubby and I met.  I smile when I think of my kids.
For the most part, what you see is what you get.  You can trust me.  I'm real.
I'm human.

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