So, I've decided to join the rest of the millions who already have a blog. Why did I start one? Well, I guess it just happened to get more appealing once my aunt and uncle started their's and then my own mother talked about one as well. Then, it occurred to me...maybe this would be easier than sitting down and jotting down my thoughts on a piece of paper. I mean, I do type faster than I can write... sometimes. I also started thinking about how I could use these thoughts later in my scrapbooks. I'm already so far behind in scrapbooking my child's first year of life, let's see if this makes it any simpler. And I definitely need simpler now.
A little about me. I'm a thirty-one year old mother who never thought that word would describe me. I mean, I've had animals my entire life, so I guess I could be called a mother of sorts, but never of another human being who totally depended on me and not to mention learned everything from me... and my husband of course. Since I was 16 years old, I never wanted to have children. Just the thought of something growing inside me... kind of freaked me out. Not to mention it had to come out somehow... and drugs are a girls best friend when it comes to having a child the size of a watermelon (literally) fit through a hole the size of a lemon. So it wasn't until my husband went to Iraq, talked with his comrades about their families, and started thinking. Thinking can sometimes be so dangerous. In my case, it was. About 4 months after he came home, he had convinced me and even made me realize how "honored" I would be to have his child. Exactly one year later, I was pregnant. We call him our "Cruise baby". I'm sure you can figure it out.
I'm an Army wife. And sometimes, I think "This is not what I signed up for when I married him." Especially when he comes home and talks about going to a combat zone as a way to get out of debt. But other times I think about all the different places we could go and all the different people we get to meet along the way. And let me tell you, we have met some great friends along the way. We could have a chance to go to Germany or Hawaii for 2 to 3 years. We could have a chance to show our son the world while my husband gets paid to do it. Nice.
I'm an avid scrapbooker. Or atleast I used to be until my son was born last December. I was first introduced by my good friend from Texas while I worked at Michaels (in limbo job- longest year of my entire life!). My last album I put together was about my pregnancy. It was the best way for me to be able to face something I totally feared. I'm totally obsessed with organization, so needless to say, my scrapbooking room needs to be organized before I can think about getting started with another album. But now that an entire year has passed, I need to get started again. No more excuses.
I'm an amateur photographer. Or atleast my son probably thinks so. I've taken so many pictures of this child you would of thought I couldn't wait to have a child on my own. I hope I don't damage his vision.
I'm a lover of animals, hence the biology degree, the many jobs at zoo facilities in Texas, the numerous animals along the way, and the previous vet tech positions. It's been an entire year since I've actually used my education, or atleast gotten paid for it. I kind of miss it, but other times I wouldn't trade being a mother of my son for another job (especially a physically strenuous job like the zoo).
So, here I go. Here's to a simpler life. Here's to getting new projects started. Here's to finding a even balance in my life. Here's to my son.