It's All About Me

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Special Guest Post By: Donna

Since tomorrow is the fifteenth anniversary of our first date, and of my nineteenth birthday (don't spend too much time doing the math) I thought it was time I formally introduce myself.

My name is Donna and I am married to Pete. We have been married most of those fifteen years and have 4 beautiful girls. And I'm not just saying that because they are mine, everyone says so. Even the ones that don't look like me.

My kids demand a lot of time of me and my poor, worn-out van, Goldilocks III. There's dance practice, piano lessons, three different schools and a herd of friends strewn across the valley. Basically, I live in carpool HELL! I swear these girls were born with legs that were painted on. When I was a kid, my mother never drove me anywhere. I had to ride my purple Schwinn with the banana seat anywhere I wanted to go. And with six siblings, one of us was always being left at a grocery store or zoo.

About a year ago at one o'clock in the afternoon I found myself not dressed and my hair not done. My youngest daughter wandering the house like a homeless child, face filthy and her little sucky-finger smelling like spit. It was time to get a part time job for myself.

I went to school for interperting for the deaf but I have not finished and don't have plans to. And when I go do back to school it will be to study interior design. My dream job would be to star on Design To Sell. To be realistic, I would love to help home sellers stage their cluttered-bad-taste-pictures-hung-too-high-falsely-beliveing-their-decor-is-awesome-not-as-good-taste-as-mine houses. For now though, I work part time helping special-needs kids read and write and wipe their noses.

In my spare time, I'm a molly-Mormon. I love scrapbooking because I never got sick of cutting and pasting in kindergarten. Decorating our house is a passion of mine. In fact, I'm looking for tips on how to disguise a stripper pole in a bedroom when not being used. Anywho, as I was saying... Finding that perfect object at the garage sale is a thrill to me. Pete cringes on Saturday mornings when my mother calls with news of a craiglist.com free-for-all estate sale. I don't know why he worries, we've only been to one where the police were called to break it up. And even then, only one guy was tasered. True story.

Lately, because I'm a theater groupie and watching Pete perform makes my toto tingle like I'm driving too-fast over a tiny little hill. I find myself making sweet love to Pete's on-stage characters. Sorry ladies, don't bother leaving your number at the box office. I'll scratch your face off. *HUGZ*

I really could. I'm super fit. This summer I lost fifteen pounds by eating right and excersizing. I have ten more pounds to go before I am back to my high school weight but I finished the summer by running my first 10k. Go me. That's just the beginning too. I have plans to run another 10k in December. So don't bother running away. I'll catch you.

See... I can be funny sometimes. Making Pete giggle like a girl is one of my goals in life but, as he points out, I am joke-impared. I'm funny but I don't have any comic timing. But I try.

I really am a totally groupy. I love the diversity of friends we have from the theater. I like to make connections with people, sometimes especially those that are not of my religion. Sometimes I secretly wish I was Jewish so my daughters could have a big Jewish wedding. Mazel tov.

You have to know, that though I hate when he flirts, I've decided that flirting is just part of Pete's personality. I know this because on our second date, he flirted with our waiter. And trust me, despite all the same-sex grab-ass they play backstage, he's not even a little gay. All the girls say so. As long as it's my sweater he taking off at the end of the date, I'm good.

Most importantly, I have recently decided that I am going to be me no matter what anyone else thinks... including Pete. I have to be true to myself.

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