I am a walking, talking, breathing contradiction in terms and through this affliction writing is my therapy and laughter is my medicine.
All of my education and profession centers within the legal field, but I want to be on HGTV.
I am a total germ-a-phobe but I smoke like a chimney.
I love Butch Walker but I secretly worship Barry Manilow.
I could not live one day without my husband, but I firmly believe all men are pigs.
I don’t like sticky, germ-ridden children, but I have three of my own.
I am incredibly technologically uninformed, yet I write a blog.
My friends call me Kimmer. I am 42 and those aforementioned children are now grown adults. I am what one refers to as a Grandmother, but if you call me that I will poke holes in your Capri Sun and squeeze with uproarious delight!
I was a young mother and now I am a young empty nester. My attempts to make up for some missed youth are mostly because I believe that I will not live a long life. I often reference movie dialogue, I have been known to embarrass people in public and I am sarcastic to a fault, but I am learning to accept people for who they are (not you of course) and attempting to let go of the reigns once in awhile (no, not today though).
I want to write the Great American Novel, but can’t seem to stay focused enough to write one storyline without mixing in six others. That’s probably why I like blogging so much. I don’t have to stay on one issue, I can mix it up and spit it out as fast as the idea hits me.