Yesterday had me thinking (dangerous I know).
Someone, or several someone’s have unanswered questions about me. Which I guess more I think about it, the more it cracks me up. I am boring, ordinary and really an OPEN book. So I guess I could be creeped out (yes I still am slightly) or I could just answer questions.
So here you go…
My name is Kelly, I was named for my grandfather. His nickname was Elly but they misheard him when he signed up for World War II and they started calling him ‘Kelly’. So in hindsight I am named after a mistake, Thanks Mom.
I grew up in Kansas ( Go Jayhawks…Go Wildcats).
I was a cheerleader because I’ve always been tiny.
I played basketball which was funny. I’m 5’2″ but I made up for my height by being a bitch when it came to defense.
I started and ended my education in the same little town.
I never looked back when I left.
I am a child of divorce.
My dad died when I was 5? 6? I don’t know for sure, I was little.
I have issues from my childhood.
I think I have now 40 years later dealt with them.
I have two sisters.
I am the middle child.
The sister I refer to on my blog is my older sister. ( I just like to point out she’s older)
I met my husband a couple months after I turned 19.
I met him at college…I was a cheerleader, he was on the judging team.
It wasn’t love at first sight.
I wanted to be an English teacher or a writer.
I ended up being a mom.
I got engaged to my husband 6 months after meeting him.
I then got pregnant a month later.
It wasn’t the other way around (Fuck you whore and your assumptions of why we got married)
We got married after I had my oldest son.
I refused to be fat in my wedding dress.
My oldest son was a ‘bastard’ I was once told this by a stranger.
I hope Karma bit them in the ass and they now rot in Hell.
I never tried to hide this fact from my oldest son, in fact we often joke about him being a ‘bastard’.
He is well rounded, funny, smart, handsome, and a great kid…not too bad for a bastard.
I have four kids.
Three oldest are boys…and then there was Lou.
Laney and Lou are her nicknames, I also call her ‘Boo’.
My boys are almost grown.
Lou is four.
Lou is a handful.
The whore claimed I had Lou to fix my marriage.
I’d still like to punch the whore in the face.
We took a family vote to decide to have Lou.
I wanted to take in foster children, and maybe adopt.
I was out voted.
I have been blessed to have real friends in my life.
I have had not so real friends in my life.
The later made me appreciate the former more.
I have now been married longer than unmarried.
There are days I don’t know how I feel about that.
I am funny.
Some people don’t find me funny.
I am still funny.
I am three days younger than my husband.
He has been mistaken for my father.
He doesn’t find the humor in it like I do.
My husband was the first person I ever really loved.
My oldest son was the second.
My husband was the first person I ever actually hated.
The whore was the second.
I found God through my husband’s affair.
God, Faith, and Love saved me.
I am not an angry person.
I now know what it’s like to be an angry person.
I still struggle on my best days.
If I laugh too hard I get the hiccups.
I have a black dot in my iris.
I have a bald spot on my head from a cactus falling on it when I was a teenager.
Not as much as my heart did when I found out about the affair.
I like to bake.
I hate doing dishes.
One of my favorite foods? Hot mashed boiled egg with butter and salt and pepper.
I am a horrible dancer.
I am still probably better than the whore on her can can tours through the bars of Valdez.
I love kids.
I’d have twenty if I could afford them.
I wanted another baby.
I don’t now.
No other explanation needed on that one.
I prefer teenage boys to teenage girls.
Boys giggles are sweeter.
I’m glad I had boys.
I’m thankful for their wives and girlfriends.
My sons have good taste in women.
They don’t get that from my husband.
I am a bitch on here sometimes.
Better a bitch on my blog than a bitch in person.
I might get a t-shirt made with that on it.
I have a kind heart.
I love animals.
I didn’t grow up on a farm.
I love living in the country.
I never listened to country music before my husband.
I now can’t listen to country music because of my husband.
I raise cows and pigs because my husband loves it.
I raise puppies because I love it.
On my best days I’d still like to throat punch the whore.
It might take the whiny, nasally quality out of her voice.
I am not a violent person.
I wish I was.
I’m glad I’m not.
I’m too cute for prison.
I have thought of writing a book.
“Whore’s a hard smell to get out”
A title is easy, trudging down the road of hurt and whores is hard.
I have hope on my bad days.
Kids give you that…hope.
I’m glad if I could only be one, a writer or a mom, I was a mom.
I still don’t think ‘My husband’s affair was the best thing that happened to me”.
I think my children’s births were the best thing that happened to me.
I think I’d still marry my husband if I could do a redo.
I still like my life.
I still love my family.
I still like to laugh.
I still hate whores.
I don’t think any of those things are going to ever change.
“I love little baby ducks, old pick-up trucks, slow-moving trains, and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams, sunday school in may,
And i love you too
I love leaves in the wind, pictures of my friends, birds in the world, and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups, bourbon in a glass, and grass and i love you too
I love honest open smiles, kisses from a child, tomatoes on the vine, and onions
I love winners when they cry, losers when they try, music when it’s good, and life
And i love you too”
-Tom T Hall-