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I guess maybe.. you might want some back history? Some light on the subject? A quick peek into my life.

I, for the most part, am a walking contradiction.. Born and raised in good ole Wisconsin, and I hate loathe strongly dislike the Packers.

Who thinks green and yellow even look good together anyway!? I have my reasons, too.. it isn't just to piss off fellow Wisconsinites, but I won't get into them now. And then there is Brett Favre. Yep, spelling his name right just proves I am a fan. Still. But again, I am not a Packer fan, so I didn't jump on that bandwagon hate fest that is still so obvious. Also, I am not really a big drinker.. *gasp* I know right? I quiver a little bit every time I take even the smallest sip of beer. You know.. that involuntary shake when you aren't sure that you can even keep it down? If I do drink, one glass (that pretty much can't even taste like there is any alcohol in it whatsoever) will last for hours. Then I have to chug it, which really isn't that hard, weird I don't do that in the first place. I would rather take a shot, get it done and over with as quick as possible and drink soda for the rest of the evening. Oh yes, I call it a bubbler (not a drinking fountain, and definitely not a water fountain) It's soda (Not pop) It's common for me to see horizontal stop lights, and I have never even seen the Fonzie statue. Does that make me a bad Wisconsinite? Oh darn. If it matters any, the smell of cow manure doesn't bother me. When I lived in Milwaukee and was traveling "home" as soon as that first dairy farm came into view, my windows were rolled down and I took a big whiff. It was that warm, comfy, cozy feeling that you get inside. Little gross, I know. I pride myself on knowing how to spell and write properly, but I don't often put punctuation to good use. I type how I talk, please.. get used to it.

I have been a stay at home mom since 2006, and this is my first blog. Ever. Holy alert the press, Batman.. right? Hell, my first ever party hosted was just recently my youngest's third birthday. I believe myself to be super creative, but I am one of the biggest procrastinators you will ever meet. I am a borderline o.c.d. perfectionist, but quite often my house is in complete disarray. And I'm OK with that. Curling up on the couch pretending to read something or another, watching my husband play video games.. Shit, or playing them WITH him. And if I am allowed to brag, I'm not all that bad either. I think of myself as a lady, but rarely will be caught dead in a dress, and I swear like a sailor.

Take no offense, it's just who I am. I love to paint, but I'm pretty critical. I dabble in cake decorating.. but I can't even pretend on knowing how much I would ever charge for something like that. I also hate talking about myself, because well, I have enough people in my life doing that for me.

I am sarcastic, and have an AWESOME attitude, and I can bullshit with the best of them. I'm just a little bit country, but mostly rock and roll..