First and foremost I tip my hat to all you pro bloggers. I have spent the past two hours desperately attempting to make my blog ubber cute. Which I have ultimately failed at.
Ok so this is my first attempt at a legitimate blog, all the possibilities!! Or eventual disappointment, as I slowly but surely give up on this venture. I'm not sure what I'm hoping to accomplish as I am hunched over typing this on my daughters iPad mini, but hey who gives a flying who anyways.
So let's start with this my name is Michelle, mother of two, wife to one. I have a 5 year old daughter named Stella and a almost 2 year old named Frankie. I am married to my hunk of burnin love fuzz, yes fuzz. I'm not sure why I needed to state I am only one man' wife but you never know...
So if your'e expecting even remotely acceptable grammar or punctuation look away now! That's not gonna happen. If you want to enjoy a glimpse into my sometimes dysfunctional and slightly hilarious life narrated by yours truly, then come on in! I'm not going to lie I am totally fantasizing about the masses swooning over my pithy dialogue and witty sarcasm, bare with me I'm not very focused or realistic either.
So let's begin with a little bit about yours truly, not that it's really that fascinating but may help people understand things.... Whatever they may be. I am 26, 27 one or the other I'm too tired to do the math and I honestly forget my age constantly. I will blame it on mom brain, or the fact that I am so consumed keeping track of my entire families every move I can't even remember how freakin old I am... Rant over for now. I am half Korean half white, Caucasian, whatever you want to call it. So essentially a minority and awesome. My mom is Korean, like off the boat Korean. Dad is white as they come complete with a bald head and mustache. Not that that signifies a white male American, but whatever you get my point he is white. I was raised a military brat so moving is nothing new and I'm not very intimidated or even phased by new people or situations. I also like long walks on the
beach and the color yellow. Ok I don't know where I'm going with this. Now mom she is awesome, she is the epitome of your little Asian grandma, equipped with her terrible sense of matching and strong accent. Some may know her as Chong but we call her halmoni.
Alright now here is what my post will be about my momma and how she has forever shaped me into this strange person I am today. So my mom had me at 21 I was 10lbs 5 ounces and delivered au natural... Poor lady. This may explain a lot of the behavior I will be telling you about.
My mom is the best, literally the BEST. Doesn't get much better then her. But when I'm told stories by her and some of her strange behavior makes me wonder. All moms coo and love on their babies. Gazing with love at this perfect little creature they brought into this world. Now my mom on the other hand filled with all this love and adoration also had an overwhelming feeling of oh shit I've gotta fix some shit! Now insert very thick Asian accent about two octaves higher then the average 12 year old boys voice - "when you were little baby I would pull on your nose so I could stretch it out,
you no have ugly little Asian nose" oh and here is a good one " I stretch your forehead too much so it grow not be too little". I'm sure in today's society this would stem into the region of child abuse. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger???... Aside from all her attempts at disfiguring her poor innocent infant, little old me, she is pretty amazing.
As an adult there isn't a single memory I have without her in it. Even though she worked at least 2 sometimes 3 jobs at a time to give us the finer things in life. My parents were lower middle class but you would never know it. My mother slaved away in jobs ranging from bagging groceries, cooking pizza, factory work, and night jobs to make sure my brother and I had everything we wanted and thought we needed. In hindsight I now understand why my mom looked like she was going to barf or pass out as I begged and pleaded for a blue inflatable chair with a price tag of 50 dollars when I had 3 vicious cats and it would take a whole day of work to make that much money. That chair lasted a week. Granted this is only one of the gazillion stories I have about her but I'm tired and trying to wrap it up.
As an adult I can honestly and truly admit I am completely and totally obsessed with my mom. She is my best friend, mom, therapist, and tutor. I blow up her phone daily like she owes me child support, FaceTime her at least twice a day, and legitimately am upset when she doesn't answer my fifth phone call of the day after I just talked to her two minutes ago. It's gotten a bit out of control. Feeling a bit mushy and nostalgic since I'm at her house postponing my trip back home :(
That is all for now...
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