A few random things About Me:
I am a temperamental Italian-American with a flair for exaggerated expression. I once kicked in my car door in a fit of piqué. It was rusty anyway.
When my husband first met me, he referred to me as “the cool chick” because I was a Star Wars fan, I had read The Lord of the Rings trilogy and I knew more about baseball than he did. I once beat him and two of his friends in a game of Star Wars Trivial Pursuit.
What can I say? I have an older brother who I always wanted to tag along after. Two decades ago, this was called “tomboy”.
“Cool chick” has a nicer ring to it.
For the record, I can also out-burp my husband and the only time his mouth is fouler than mine is during the first twenty-four hours after a drill weekend.
Now that I’m thirty-five, I am trying to curb those last two traits, though with varying degrees of success. A lot depends on the weather, the situation, where I am in my cycle and whether or not the day ends in “y”.
My husband and I took ballroom dance lessons for over a year until he left for his second deployment. It was great fun and the best marriage counseling there is: we had to discover and tolerate each other’s learning styles; we had to learn to work together and trust each other; and I had to relinquish control and let him lead. This is not easy for a proud, stubborn and independent woman…but it is a necessary lesson for a control freak like me.
Music has the power to change my mood. I can listen to everything from oldies to classical and jazz to swing, but country music is one of my favorites. This serves as a constant reminder that making absolute statements is a bad idea. About 17 years ago or so, I said, “There are two kinds of music I will never like: country and rap.” I just pray I was right about the rap.
Reading is my passion, my escape, my obsession. T is a reader too, and we have six overflowing bookcases at our place. It’s getting a little ridiculous, to be honest, but I love it.
I met T more than five years ago. We’ve spent approximately half of that time together. We got married in March of 2009, and 2010 was the year we were hoping to buy or build a house and start a family. Instead, he was a half a world away and all I could do was wait.
I hate waiting. (Name that movie.)
As frustrating as all of that is, I would still rather be on this ride with him than be with anyone else in the world. I can’t be anything but glad – and grateful – that I met him.