I'm Crazy About Myself~Sunday Scribblings

The prompt this week is to brag about yourself.

This is far beyond anything I can do comfortably. You can blog or journal to your heart's content...and lord knows I do...but, to sit and write about myself, about things I find worth bragging about, well... ain't gonna happen. I only hope I never have to write my own obituary. It would be: She was born a poor whi... wait, wrong story.

She was born. She lived. She had children. She died.

The upside is, it won't cost my kids that much to have it printed. It's all about them, sometimes.

If I had to point out one thing out there, as my, what? legacy? it would be my children.

I've written about the FMDKids more than once, I'm not going to bore anyone now with even more motherlike praises, and, I guess I'm like my MawMa, don't brag about anything, so that God won't notice and take it away.

It remains, however, that my kids are a delight to me. Each of them would lay down their life for a sibling. They step up with cash, muscle, housing, and advice (even when it's not wanted!) for each other. They walk... touching each other. They text and call each other. They are each other's best friend.

Spouses and significant other's are welcomed with open arms. They will love you and treat you with respect and make you part of their tight clique. Mess with your chosen partner, however, and it would be a good idea to move and change your name... maybe go into witness protection.


I grew up with one sibling who was held out to be perfection. Even now, when he's robbed family and friends to the tune of half a million dollars, walking away scott free, even when he's cursed and threatened my mother, myself... he remains the Golden Child, with excuses made.
I knew that was one thing I'd never do, never make one child more important than the other. Of course, when HRH came into our lives, early, ill, tiny... she became the princess of the group. They fought to hold her, cuddle her... she never slept alone. Even at 6 months, I'd get up and find Miss H had removed her from the crib, and put her against the wall, so they could sleep together.

They are moral, ethical, funny, loyal, monogamous, respectful, well mannered, amazingly intelligent, talented people.

I was part of their lives, so, I'll put that down as what I'm crazy about with myself... that I'm part of their lives, that they open up and let me in the group (mostly to pick on, if I'm honest).

Yeah, their little group is a good thing to be proud of, in my opinion.




(Miss H isn't in the photo...she was busy being pregnant at the time)

Jarhead, HRH, TheInvestment,Zenmaster