Monday, April 16, 2012

About Me

Hello again my friends. I am sorry I haven't been around lately. Life has certainly been very busy. We have had tons of appointments and functions to attend on top of our everyday school, work, and home schedules. I tell you we have barely had time to breathe lately. 

I have wanted to blog about so much stuff that has been happening but I have failed to take pictures of most of the goings on. However, I do have some to post soon. I am just waiting on the right time and for a few more things to come to fruition. 

So I decided to help you all get to know me a little bit.

I am 32 years old. I have been married for nearly 12 years to the greatest man alive and I have four beautiful and very intelligent children. Two of which are girls ages (nearly) 13 and 11 and two of which are boys ages (nearly) 9 and 7. I am also the mom of 2 doggies: a 3 year old Chiweenie, Tinkerbell and a 5 month old Chihuahua, Roxy. I cannot forget my kitties either. My outside boy, Wickett and my sweet inside girl, Daisy who just had 6 kittens fathered by Wickett.

My husband and I met in high school but we are not sweethearts. We were best friends. We hung around the same crowds and he dated a couple of my friends. I really didn't see him as "boyfriend" material because he had a tendency to be a player and was a smooth talker. He and I didn't get together until I was 19 and after I had my oldest daughter. I began to see him in a different light when I saw how he was with her. We became a couple because I felt it important for my daughter to have a strong male figure in her life and our relationship really didn't become as a couple until we were married for a couple of years. I guess I always knew I loved him but didn't realize it until a big argument happened and I thought he had left me.

My oldest daughter obviously has a different biological father than my other three. Her dad and I broke up when I was 6 months pregnant with her. The next time I heard from him she was 2 and after that I contacted him when she was 7 because she wanted to talk to him. He lives in Georgia so she doesn't get to see him.

As everyone who follows my blog knows, I suffered from severe anxiety and panic attacks for 6 or so years. Most of those years were spent inside my home and a whole year was spent inside my bedroom because I would have panic attacks just to go to the bathroom. My love for crochet developed out of those times in my life. Crochet gave me something solid to hold onto. It gave me that finished product to keep working towards and to look forward to when all I wanted to do was curl up and die. My very first product was a blanket made using all double crochet stitches. It had uneven sides but I was very proud of it so I gave it to my mom. My second project was an American flag afghan.

I am very spiritual. I have been drawn to God ever since I can remember. I used to go to church all by myself when I was a kid and if one was within walking distance from where we lived. I don't think I would be alive today if it wasn't for God and prayers.

I almost committed suicide when I was in the middle of my anxiety. I had a bottle of my hubby's blood pressure pills poured out in my hand. What kept me from doing it? My hubby couldn't cook anything but hamburgers and spaghetti at the time and I told myself that my kids could not live off of just hamburgers and spaghetti. I put the pills back and never thought of it again.

I am nothing like my parents. Both of them tend to be on the selfish side. They don't mind doing things as long as it doesn't inconvenience them. I am very loving, giving, caring, and I will go out of my way to help others. People who know my parents and know me all think I am adopted but I look too much like my mom and my dad to be adopted.

I love to cook. I can cook nearly anything I set my mind too with the exception of fluffy biscuits. However, I hate the clean up. I absolutely hate doing dishes. I have done them since I was 7 and I am begging my hubby to get me a dish washer :P

I have OCD. It started when I was 9 or 10 when I lived with my dad. My stepmother would be very mean to me and if she checked my room and it had just a teeny piece of paper from a notebook on the floor she would flip out on me and take stuff away. I started being a "neat freak". I tried to relax it when I had kids because I didn't want to be crazy around them with having to have everything perfect. So when the house is a little messed up I am usually grumpy until I get it cleaned. (I am definitely a lot better about it now though..I'm not as grumpy)

You may have guessed that my parents are divorced. My mom and dad lived here in Ohio. They seperated when I was 6 years old. My mom moved to Georgia where my grandparents had moved to. My dad was supposed to come once he sold the house and got the affairs in order. He never did. He told me when I was grown that he couldn't uproot his life to come to Georgia with us. I did see him every summer. I lived with him for 3 years from the age of 11 til 14. After I moved back to Georgia with my mom, I didn't see my dad again until I graduated high school. It is ok though. My grandpa was like a dad to me. He took me fishing, doted on me, and even walked me down the aisle when I got married. (my dad  didn't come to my wedding either)

Last but not least....I love you guys. Even if this is the first post you read, I just want everyone to know that I am sending love to everyone out there. 

A big hug from me to you!!!!



  1. Sweet Erin,
    What a Journey you have had so far. We all have our stories and I think you have risen from yours. I hope the rest of your journey is filled with the love and joy that you have in your heart.
    Blessings to you, xoRobin❤

  2. Hugsss to you, Erin. It's amazing how we rise above our upbringing, isn't it? My mom left my dad when I was 13 and moved us into an apartment.. and got a swing shift job and my 10 year old sister and I were on our own almost all day. When I became a mom I was determined to make a better life for my children and I hope that they think I did. I'm glad we are blog friends! ((hugs)), Teresa :-)