This Weird Girl

True Stories & Contemplations

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  • My First Memory

                   The earliest memory I have of my childhood was being held by my dad. I must have been two or three years old, in the middle of the living room of our tiny mobile home. I can still feel the moment, straddled against my dad’s hip with his arms around me.

                   Warm. Strong. Safe. Loved. And waaaaay up in the air where the adults live. It was one of the last times I remember being held and not afraid of the distance to the floor.

                   He might have been swaying to some music. We always had good music in our home, flawlessly balanced from the silver stereo stack Dad kept against the dark paneled wall. Sometimes there was a drum set. But most of the time the drums were stacked, with gold cymbals leaning up against the wall, ready for the next gig.

                   Just a little girl and her dad in the best place on earth. Home.

  • About

    If you think I’m too much, this blog might not be for you. I’m too loud, too honest, too moody, too fun-loving, too transparent, too energetic, too talkative, too creative, too spiritual, and my social filter is likened to a storm drain- almost everything gets through. This blog is everything too much about my thoughts. It’s entirely self-centered and scrappy. If you don’t like it, please go and find less.

    I’m a musician’s daughter. A latchkey, Gen-X kid. The youngest of three and the only girl of that batch of siblings, with three more siblings added when I was older. My mom was a single mother, to whom I’m grateful for being too overwhelmed to keep track of me. I was free-range, unkempt, and too brilliant for homework. Painfully teased and bullied, but inherently resilient, there was never a dull moment in my younger years.

    I tried to fit in as a teen. I did alright. Survived it, which is probably what any parent really hopes for their kids. I did the usual GenX stuff- school, activities, college, and the beginning of a career that was (joyously) sidetracked with marriage and children.

    I’m almost 50 years old now and have enough content to keep ya’ll entertained for a while, with (hopefully) another 30-odd years to come. So, let’s get started!

  • Getting Started

    Well, folks. When I have nightmares about my child being lost, or someone is dying, I’m always trying to use a rotary phone to dial emergency services. I was born in the 1970’s. Does anyone else remember trying to dial a number on a rotary phone only to get the last digit wrong? We have to hang up and start all over again. Exactly how my nightmares go.

    I’m trying to get started with this blog. Once upon a time someone told me I should enroll in Probability & Statistics 101 in college, “Because it’s so easy!” Rrrrrrrrright. Just like someone told me WordPress is so easy.

    The problem with me is I’m used to working with things that actually exist- that I can hold in my hand and manipulate. Let’s just say I didn’t grow too well with computers. (but I did pass Probability & Statistics, with lots of tutoring). I’m also insanely busy. And when I’m not busy, I’m freakin’ tired. And when I’m not busy nor tired, I have Duolingo and Toon Blast streaks to maintain. Ya’ know? Priorities! Ammiright? *sigh*

    And just like a rotary phone, “Patience you must have, my young Padawan.”