Just Who the Hell do I Think I Am?

Honestly, I really have no idea who the hell I think I am.  This is what I do know –

  • First and foremost, I’m a mom.  My kids are perfectly imperfect.  I admire everything
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    I took my kids to a Rockies game, 2013.

    about them, even the frustrating parts.  They are kind and warm, smart, funny, open-minded, inquisitive, cheeky, mischievous, and rambunctious.  They are balls of joy dipped in semi-sweet chocolate and cayenne pepper, covered with caramel and sprinkled with nuts.

  • I am woefully naive about most things having to do with tents, sleeping bags, fire-starting kits, dirt, and bug spray.
  • I am slowly learning about all things having to do with tents, sleeping bags, fire-starting kits, dirt, and bug spray.
  • I have a BA in philosophy.  Hence my existential ambiguity, and my ability to pull a fantastic shot of espresso.
  • I am a cost-of-living fugitive to Denver from California, just like all the other Californians here, and there are a lot of us.  (Sorry Colorado, we have to live somewhere, too.)  I’ve lived in Denver for 13 years, and I hardly recognize San Diego when I go back to visit.
  • I have never been skiing, snowboarding, snow-shoeing, or backpacking.
  • My father taught me how to body-surf, boogie-board, extricate myself from a rip-tide, properly land a punch, love poetry, appreciate gallows humor and cynicism, and follow my conscience.
  • My mother taught me how to laugh at myself, enjoy being silly, be a care-taker, unconditionally love other people, love animals, feel empathy, and stand up for the little-guy.
  • I do not tan.  I have never tanned.  I will never tan.  Mostly I freckle and then burst into flames.
  • Most people think I am at least 10 years younger than my actual age.  I chalk this up to copious use of sunscreen, and what I like to think of as my  youthful attitude, though others probably think I’m just immature.
  • I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.
  • There are only two things I do reasonably well – being a mom, and writing.  Everything else I make up as I go along, and hope to God no one realizes.