Truths.

I have some reservations about making this blog public.  I had another one - it was all fashion and fluff, and completely fake.  I worry about how random people on Facebook or some members of my family might feel if they read things I've written or plan to write, but it wouldn't be REAL if I censored myself.  Sometimes I read those stories written by bloggers I look up to and I wonder how they hit publish without cringing ... but I think they are able to because they know that if their words connect with or help a few, it balances out the few they might piss off. 

I hope to get this blog a real readership one day.  And I know that's not something we're supposed to talk about - like reality shows that ignore the fact that the "real" characters are now semi-famous - but in the interest of being real, that's the point of this.  To create one's own Little Corner of the Internet and share their stories, in their own way, as common as they may be. 

So here are some truths, that hopefully anyone reading this blog will not exploit or misinterpret in the future:

I am a girl like you are, or were, or know.  I have two jobs, and I am a good citizen.  There was a time when I partied like it was my job,  and I pretty much made a joke and royal mess of my higher education and early twenties.  But I learned a lot of lessons the hard way and I figured out, by process of elimination, the kind of person I didn't want to be, and I'm still building on that.

I have a family, and I love them and I think they're the most special, fucked-up, hilarious, frustrating, interesting people in the world, just like most people feel about their own families. 

I am in a serious relationship, have been for five years.  No, we're not engaged.  No, that doesn't mean we're not serious.  Both of us know we want to make a life together, and we are constantly working on figuring out how to do that, our way.  We make each other laugh more than anyone else, and we've been there for each other through the hardest, most ridiculous, and happiest times of each other's lives.  Plus we still like to pinch each other's butts a lot. 

I am a work in progress.  If you think you aren't, then you don't belong here.