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It dawned on me the other day that what I portray on my blog is not always every little aspect of who I am. Not that I believe everything in my personal life should be portrayed on a very public blog.. there are just several parts of my personality that aren't shown on my blog. Why? Let's face it 95% of all bloggers are perfect. Or pretty close at least. Or pretend to be. So when you aren't perfect.. you stick out like a sore thumb.

What do I mean by this?

Well...

I cuss, a lot. Especially when I am drinking. Which I also enjoy doing.. and I don't always drink wine either.. I like beer. And rum. My house is hardly every completely clean. I try my hardest to keep the living room and kitchen clean because that is what people see.. not the master bedroom or bathroom (which I just cleaned this weekend after well. a bit. It was not fun, at all.) I love outdoorsy country things.. but lets face it. I was raised in a suburb.. and I don't always wear camo and cowboy boots. I do however always listen to country music. Always. I have a crafts closet. But I couldn't tell you the last time I actually crafted. I'm still not always 100% sure about my major. At this point though I am just powering through to be done with it. I'll use it, just not absolutely positive how yet. I love to think about working out.. but when I have the opportunity to do it, I don't because it requires me sweating.. and then showering.. and by the time I'm done with all of that two hours have gone by. It literally is that lame of an excuse. I'm horrible at being anywhere on time. In order to make it on time I have to give myself close to 15 minutes extra time. I'm sarcastic and a wise-ass. Love it or hate it. Before we got Piston, my parents didn't think I was responsible enough to have a pet. Probably because every time I got a beta fish my mother had to take care of it. I have tattoos and piercings. I was born and raised a Catholic, and still identify as one. But I question things every once in awhile, and I'm probably the worst Catholic ever as a result. I'm scared to raise children away from my family in Kansas. So far my life has not turned out how I figured it would, at all. I didn't go to a 4 year university straight out of high school. I didn't graduate college before getting married. I didn't get a degree in teaching. I don't live in Kansas anymore. I didn't have a big wedding in a church with a party after. But you know what, it's better than I expected. I have horrible skin. Not only am I a redhead that burns easily, my skin also breaks out a lot. The only saving grace is my burns do turn to tans. I love my handwriting. I'd rather write in agenda, carry an address book and write a thank you then use my phone calendar, phone contact book and e-mail to thank someone. I still can't quite see myself as a mother. Someday.. like when I'm pregnant maybe... but not now at this moment. I don't want to trade my car in because it's a stick shift and my next car will be an automatic. I won't be unique anymore. Everyone complements my hair color, but it's not always been peaches being a redhead. Pretty much every guy I've ever met has called me a name associated with it. And that is not an exaggeration. I have road rage. Like screaming at a car like they can hear me road rage. I can't cook. I don't have a desire to cook. There are very few foods I like. Cause I'm picky. I'm ambidextrous. Write, shoot a gun, fish and eat with my left hand. Use scissors, vacuum and throw a ball with my right hand.

In a nutshell.. I am far from perfect..

Why is it that we try and portray ourselves as perfect when we aren't?

Always,

Amanda

It dawned on me the other day that what I portray on my blog is not always every little aspect of who I am. Not that I believe everything i...

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Sometimes I can dream of blog posts all day. The correct wording, the clever pictures drawn out through the most fabulous description words possible and even what images I will use to highlight my point. Then when it comes time to sit down and actually put my thoughts onto "paper" everything just sounds silly. I am almost self conscious. What are my readers thinking of my words? Do they laugh? Nod in agreement? Think I am just being silly? I love seeing comments pop through that share the thoughts that my readers have after reading my thoughts, rants, celebrations about life. It's almost like a validation. I am successful in proving my point. Which is exactly how I imagine every blogger feels when they get a reaction from a reader. I've grown to love this feeling but I find myself picking and choosing my words more often. To convey my feelings in the most direct approach while still evoking a reaction from you all. Is this normal?

Maybe that is why this is the second time I have sat down to try and produce a post about this last weekend.

Round two. Let's go.

Last weekend was a blink and you miss it type of weekend. I'm afraid that every weekend between now and Rob coming home is going to be that way because as of right now.. there is something planned for every weekend between now and then. But believe me I am absolutely not complaining about that one. The distraction is more than welcome. I guess it is safe to say though that the deployment has luckily started to speed back up again... hip hip hooray. **Knock.On.Wood**

Grand things accomplished this weekend:

-My first 3D movie.. I successfully watched, with no "I'm-about-to-get-sick" moments. Titanic 3D was great. Titanic period is great. But when the characters come to life in a three dimensional aspect it draws you in all the more. One of the patients at work told me last week that until you have seen Titanic on the big screen you have not truly seen Titanic. I do agree with her.

-Celebrating Mom's birthday with dinner and then the movie was time well spent. Again, my parents are the best and I am very thankful to have them around. I love how my mother can sit and let me talk about everything weighing on my mind for hours, and not complain once about repeat stories, or how ridiculous I might sound. Probably a mom thing though.. and someday I hope to provide that comfort for my children.

-An important detail of my relationship with my husband is no longer a contributing factor. As of Saturday we are a one car family. It is bittersweet in the fact that the Civic was such a big deal early in our relationship. Rob purchased it fresh out of basic training and it has gone many places since then. Recently the Civic has been nothing more than a bump on a log taking up valued parking outside of my apartment building (for which I am sure my neighbors hated..), so Rob finally pulled the plug and to Carmax it went with the intentions of replacing it come July. So far, no tears have been shed.

-Midwest Massacre 2012, as my sister's friend called it, occurred over the weekend. Friday afternoon I logged online, and one of my friends just a mile from my apartment had posted an image of the expected severe weather impact locations for the weekend. Cue my nervous energy. I am totally okay with thunderstorms. You throw in the word severe or a TorCon value ("the likelihood of tornado activity within a given time period-source) of 9 (out of 10, mind you) and I'm done for. Especially since I live on the third floor of an apartment building. I promptly called my parents and ~~asked~~ told them Piston and I were on our way for a sleepover. We ended up staying Friday and Saturday night.. and Kansas City MAYBE got some rain. Y'all can thank me... if I would have stayed at my apartment it would have been mass destruction. Better safe than sorry though. (Sidenote, there were parts of Kansas and other Midwest states that saw severe damage--I'm keeping them in my thoughts, and you should too!)

Result of massacre weekend=tired puppy.

-I had grand plans to scrub every inch of the kitchen and tackle the last of the dishes. That way I could put a call in to maintenance and get my dishwasher fixed, finally. Due to the unexpected planned massacre, nothing was accomplished. I'm okay with that.

-Since it is Spring time in KC (hello GAWGEOUS weather!!) the topic of bad weather has come up more than once. I am fully aware I can not always pack up and head to my parents when bad weather comes. So this weekend I called up the apartment complex to ask them where the tornado shelters are in the apartments/complex. This is what I was told: To get in the tub. This was what I figured my best solution was, as I have lived in Kansas my whole life and they start teaching tornado safety at a very very young age. She then went on to tell me that I could also make friends with my neighbor on the first floor (because relying on someone to be home when weather strikes is a good idea..) OR I could come up to the office... they have a basement but the maintenance guys use it for their shop, so it is full of golf carts, which may not make it the safest and they aren't always there (yes, she told me that... I'm dead serious) OR I can find out when the church across the street is open as they have a basement (a. it's not really across the street.. it's like down the street. b. I'm not going to run to the car with my furbaby and get in it to DRIVE to my tornado shelter..). I was floored.. I mean really?

-Mom and I were lucky enough to get a few hours to shop on Saturday. I picked up the most fabulous boat shoes ever. They aren't Sperry's, but I am in. LOVE. AND, I have found my dress for Rob's homecoming. I am way ahead of the game, and dang it I am so glad.

-Monday marked day one of working out again. Except I didn't do it in the complex gym. I just couldn't bring myself to actually break a legit hardcore sweat. Is that weird? Instead Piston and I walked about a mile and a half around the neighborhood. Which was a workout by itself. My dog insists on pooping.. in every single yard. It's absurd, and I usually end up dragging him around the neighborhood cause he isn't really pooping anything. I'm sure I look like a crazy lady, but I get my workout in. So it is definitely a win/lose situation that always ends up with me swearing up and down that it is the LAST time Piston gets to go on a walk that direction ever again. Today we walked again.. much shorter though and our usual path so that there was no crazy pooping schemes from my dog. Of course he then walked with his head up.. silly dog.

So there you have it folks. What you all have been missing out on due to my lack of proper wording that I could be proud of. Sometimes I feel I am way harder on myself than I am should be. But the end result is always something I am proud of.

P.S. Head on over to Sue's blog at Hello. Also, I love you. and read my April sponsor introduction. I'm so excited to be sponsoring over there this month, and look for a guest post in the future!

Always,

Amanda

Sometimes I can dream of blog posts all day. The correct wording, the clever pictures drawn out through the most fabulous description words...