I’ve been researching blogging, possibly getting paid for it, green living and skin care related subject. A lot. I’ve enjoyed my experiments with shea butter and lip balm. I’m shocked to learn that mineral oil is used as a dust reducing agent in rice in minuscule amount, but still think of all those people whom eat a lot of rice. A lot of a little amount makes, well more than minuscule. It’s Monday afternoon, 3ish. It’s hot with no breeze through the apartment. I’ve noticed in my research that there are a lot of blogs done by housewives, stay at home moms, career women, regular people. Well, why can’t I do it? My life might not be cliff diving exciting, but it’s unique. Of course everyone thinks that. Oh well.
So back to what I set out to do. I was thinking about the typical “About Me” section in myspace, blogger, and facebook, whatever else. I hope I don’t sound full of myself or self-centered. I love filling them out. I love thinking about little things about me that sound interesting. When I read other people’s section I feel I get a tiny insight into who they are. I’m an introvert so it can be hard for me to express myself to people in person without muddling it. It’s easier to write it down.
So, what or who am I? I’m a girl first. I don’t really feel like a grown woman. I’m 24 and I still feel 17 except I’m a little less angry. I just feel like an adult said, “Okay now you are on your own, we’ll check in later.” And no one ever came back. I finally feel pretty. It took 21ish years. I still feel a little overweight because I have put on some weight since getting out of school. But I am still pretty. I, crazy as this is, met a guy four years ago and married him almost three years ago, and am not tired of him. I make him mad and he does the same to me. But he loves me. I love him. He is the only person I have been able to live with and not resent. It’s really strange. I didn’t know it would be like this.
I went to school two and a half years ago and graduated a year after that as a massage therapist. I rented an office that I still have and worked two jobs for about a year. I’ve been working for myself solely for about 6 months. I like it. But I’m starting to realize that I depend on other people for my business too much. I depend on the chiro(that’s short for chiropractor) for too many referrals and my room. At some point in time he will take over the massage part of his office, which is being run by me now. As much as that scares me I was thinking about leaving anyway. Rick (my hubby), and I are planning on moving to Skagit Valley. But still that is a closed door to me. I’ll just finish it up and then we will move. Or maybe we’ll have to a transfer of “power” first. He’ll take over and I’ll be an employee and I can help him figure things out. That doesn’t sound appealing but oh well.
I love taking care of people, yet on most days I’d prefer my dog and cat to another person. I love animals and can hardly wait until we have a house and a back yard and our fam can grow. Yup, I want another dog, maybe two and another cat. I love my babies, but love the idea of a smattering of different dogs and cats.
I love vegetable and fruit. Sometimes I like meat. Sometimes, like now, I don’t feel like eating it at all. I love Mexican food. I want a garden so that I can grow my own zucchini and beans and have apple trees and raspberry bushes.
We’ve lived in apartments since we have been together. I hear that it’s just a part of life; that you have to earn your home. And even though I love the idea of having a back yard I’m slightly afraid of being stuck in a home. Apartments always have an out. I just need to understand that you can always move. It might take longer in a home but you can still move. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I grew up in one house. It was the first house my parents bought and they still have it. Rick has lived in many different houses. He, I don’t think, views homes as being something that will tie us down.
But that’s not all. I’m Missy. I realized after typing this all out in word, I can’t tell you everything. I don’t even want to tell you everything. So right now, I blog about what I care about, about my career, about my married life and lack of a friend life, pets and apartment living, and so much more. Oh and I like to walk barefoot except when it’s cold.
