Me --Come and tell me about you. LET's CHAT!

I like to stay up late and listen to the quiet sounds of a sleeping home.

But I also like the loud family gatherings, six conversations at once and oh,

I love the front porch, the rocking chairs, and the silly ways Kenny makes us believe a lie,

I love my family, game nights, arguments, and even how they'll leave the dishes again this time

. . . after I have stood on crutches forever frying chicken and knowing the job would be mine.

Did I say I love to stay up late?  And I love how that man of mine calls me a hundred times . . .

Come to bed, he says.  But really since we are together all the time, he has the mornings, and I have the night, so . . . it works out just right.

I have come to hate the editing process . . . of reading that novel until I swear, my eyes might bleed.

But, it will be worth it and in time I guess I'll take care of all that it needs.

Oh, and I just love curling up with a good book.  I drive Kenny crazy, curled up in some little nook,

While he is trying his best to get me to look at something on the news . . .

Or something else . . . anything to get my attention but he chooses

To put up with me.

God bless him.

I would be so lost without that man! 

As it is, I wander around aimlessly, while he makes plans.

He's on time.  I drive him crazy being late.

He tells me it is not his job to wait.

Well, whose is it then?

Men.

I am happy . . . really content.

What is everyone always complaining about?

No reason to mope or pout.

Right?

So what else?  Who am I?

I am an educator . . . a mother . . .  a grandmother . . . a cancer survivor . . . a writer . . . a photographer . . .  a dreamer . . . a believer.

I am dramatic, argumentative, a spoiled pest.

I am emotional and loved  . . . and I am blessed.

I am me, without apology.

Tell me . . . who are you?