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Monday, January 18, 2010

Who am I? (In a nutshell...)

Together with Kyle, my husband since '04, I am trying to raise our 3 year old daughter, named Harper Jo. She is a true spitfire, with more energy, intelligence and chutzpah than a whole army of kids. She isn't autistic or handicap or anything, but she requires attention, and a lot of it.
Her little brother, Marley, will be 2 years old on May 21st. He calls himself "Money", and his sissy is "Harpoo". He loves Dora, because he adores his sister, and anything SHE likes, quickly becomes a fave for him as well. Might be nice now, but wait till he's 6! For the most part, Mr. Marley Man is a mellow fella, but as he is more and more able to string full sentences together, he has become frustrated with his inability to communicate all his wants and needs. This leads to a few more 'breakdowns' than we are used to, with him. (But, to which we are well acclimated - thanks to the raising of Harper Jo.)
As a Marketing/Media Maven, who has been a self proclaimed "Gadget Girl" for as long as I can recall, I tend towards all things electronic: the 'net and its many offerings. I've worked at Citysearch.com (local search) and Travelzoo (Biz Dev for their Shows & Events division). I am not a "gamer" but I can not stand to let the newest techno-gadget pass me by, no matter how broke I might be at the time. Speaking of broke...
I am a shopaholic, and spend $ acquiring new things (especially electronics) to escape my life, when it is not "bouncing & Behaving" as I wish it would.
I am a raw person. Basically, I mean that I 'wear my heart on my sleeve' or whatever. I am blunt, honest, real... Raw. Sure, some folks find me abrasive (yeah, like sandpaper...) but ask any of my dear friends and they'll all tell you - what I say is not for MY sake. I tend to make the rough edges of other peoples' lives more smooth, with my 'abrasive' blunt truths. Perhaps another way I avoid sanding my own wood? Prob'ly.
I always wanted to be a PunkRock Goddess. I wanted to have people know who I am. But now that I am a mom (and at least 20lbs. overweight from the 23 medications I take daily*) I am very glad that there is no spotlight on me or tabloid photos of me in a bikini.
*I have Behcet's Disease. (Google it, ok? It's too complicated to explain. And, don't feel dumb for never hearing of it before... most Drs haven't either.) I have been in remission for most of my life - since college. (Stress creates Flare Ups, & school created stress for me.) There is no 'cure' - only a host of 'trial & Error' prescriptions for each seemingly unrelated symptom.
I have been enduring the worst "Flare" I've ever had, since March 2009, and am on so many medications that I fear the side effects from the pills have become more troublesome than the actual symptoms of my disease. I am now what doctors call "Cushinoid" - again, Google it. So you won't find many photos of me in recent months. I have Moon Face (a symptom of all the Prednisone used to try and combat the ulcers from Behcet's) and hate how I look.