Blogging about myself doesn't make sense to me. Who am I to say anything to anyone about anything? I am a mom of two, the former wife of two, the current wife of one, and a serial career thrill seeker. Daughter, Mother, Sister, Aunt and in law (and with some of my husbands family, out law) Nuff said...
What then, do I want to blog about?
My larger than life husband, my artistic brilliant son, and my effervescent daughter. My flexible moorings.
Ron currently has blond hair (and by blond I mean bleached) and is revelling in the multiple cases of mistaken identity. You see, he bleached his hair for Halloween (in a fit of 'Vampire' sympathy) but his true purpose was to 'channel' the look and personality of a certain Food Network pseudo celebrity. Is there a reason Ron can pull of the orange clogs, the overalls, the ball caps turned backwards and the bright red sweatshirts? I think it is because while very handsome, he has physical characteristics that leans towards caricature. A cartoonist recently did a quick drawing and the resemblance was uncanny. When heads turn and he becomes the center of attention, he grins (widely I might add) with a certainty that this is no less than what he deserves from his adoring public.
What a sharp contrast to Robbie who at 6 foot 3 is unsure of what being in the public eye and under scrutiny means to him. As he heads toward those heady years of early adulthood, he fluctuates in his resolve to be the master of his own destiny. He loves drama (the person behind a character) and reads avidly (to escape?). The multiple sets of young twins on his fathers side keep him from too much attention and in our home, he struggles to find a balance in our relationship--transitioning from his life 'before Ron' to the life we all share. That he is scary smart makes him more thoughtful, but no less unsure of who he should be.
Hannah--Are all little girls princesses? Do all princesses understand the sophisticated concept of 'intolerance'? Do all adults? The mercurial shifts from 3 year old to 30 year old are keeping me on my toes. When it comes to Hannah, I am out of my league (she is better with makeup and lipstick then I am) and I am constantly looking at her pretty little face to see if I had a hand in her at all. How do we keep this sense of self esteem going? What happens when the world does not continue to reinforce the 'cuteness' and she needs to go deeper than the skin to be the beauty that she is?
Thanksgiving is coming. Do people think about the name of this holiday? Thanks and Giving.
Thank you.
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