It’s common knowledge around our home that I have a BIG personality. I can be quiet and reserved (when I’m asleep), but most times I “live out loud” as I like to say. Poor Ron is on the receiving end of most of my tirades and eccentricities, but in my defense, he asked to marry me first. Had he waited a bit, I’m sure some other poor guy would be stuck with me by now.
Of course, being a mom I need to reign in my “crazy” to not frighten the children (well, more like the neighbors’ children since I think my kids were born immune to me). To keep a lower profile around the kids, I tend to mellow out my overreactions. So instead of yelling, “You dumbass! Why, in all that is good in the world, would you think __________________ is a good idea? I can’t believe you would insist on doing something so stupid!!” Instead I glare at him and say casually, “Man, I’m beginning to feel stabby.” Stabby = annoyed enough with you to potentially stab you with my fork or another sharp object*. Or instead of letting a string of 4 letter and kid inappropriate words fly when driving; I’ll wave my arms like the lunatic I am (remember I learned how to drive in NJ folks, we’re lucky I wave my arms and not a middle digit) and yell, “that lady/guy are being REALLY goofy today. They must have had a big bowl of CRAZY for breakfast this morning!” You see what I mean; things that are slightly less
prone to getting a phone call from the school after one of my kids repeats it on the playgroundoffensive.
I’ve also been known to be a little eccentric about things. I enjoy life and feel like most people take it way too seriously. So, I find things that are fun or quirky and enjoy them. For example, coloring my hair. We aren’t talking about something you can buy in a box at the local drugstore either. I’m talking Manic Panic’s semi-permanent Ultra-Violet or Hot Hot Pink hair color. For those of you wondering, purple suits me much better than brunette, but as a brunette a LOT of bleach is required to maintain said purple hair. But sometimes to shake things up I’ll pull out a fuchsia pink wig and wear it out shopping.
I also am one of those annoying 30-somethings with ringtones like the teenagers use. Unfortunately some of the “tunes” I am rocking out to are legitimately current tunes, but there is a greater likelihood you will hear These Boots Are Made For Walking, Come A Little Closer, Fever, Son of A Preacher Man, Smooth Criminal, Take A Little Piece of My Heart, or Fast Car. Yup. It hasn’t been decided which embarrasses my kids more; when Son of A Preacher Man starts up or Let’s Have A Kiki. Pretty sure it’s a draw.
So, in small ways, I find ways to express myself and enjoy life. All the while, trying not to stab people*. Yeah, life is good! So, to all my readers out there, let your freaky/quirky/special/honest flags fly and be yourself and enjoy today! We aren’t always promised a tomorrow…
*For clarification purposes, I have never stabbed anyone… yet. Check back in a week or so.