More Beginnings ...

I was born a poor black child ...

Not really. That's a line from an excellent movie. It's also not true that I have confessions. Or that I am a "country" wife.

I AM a wife. Maybe I can throw some random confessions in from time to time to keep things lively.

How did I get here? Other than the obvious way of being born to human parents at some point long past.

I was born in Abingdon, VA in 1958. Now I will soon turn 52 and live in Rapidan, VA. And there's a whole lot of stuff in between.

I am married to a man I consider to be my closest friend. This is my 3rd marriage ... yep, 3.  YOU can count 'em - because I try to forget the first 2. All I can say is that I haven't always been good at picking out men with whom I have relationships. I thank my first husband for my lovely daughter - she's always been a joy to me during some pretty bad times in my life, and she still is a joy. I thank my second husband for ... making me a smarter woman.

My HUSBAND - Calvin - is how I ended up in Rapidan. This is the place in which he grew up. He inherited the home after the death of his mother in 2009. It's been quite an adventure moving into another woman's home and trying to make it "ours". These adventures (or misadventures, as I sometimes call them) may be related periodically. I sure don't want to divulge everything at once and mess up the curiosity factor!

I have a beautiful 24 year old daughter, who is married to a great man and they have my only grandchild - a little angel who will turn a year old on September 22. I have 2 stepdaughters who are 16 and 9 (going on 18!) who visit us every other weekend. Lots of girls in my family! I just love girls ... not in a weird way. They add so much to life and I love seeing all of them grow and become the people they were meant to be.

Calvin & I recently added to our family - we got a dawg. Or a doug. THIS is the only other male in our family - Calvin needed some male companionship! He's a yorkie-poo named Aladdin, and he follows Calvin everywhere. EVERY where. Into the bathroom, out the door, down the hall, into the kitchen ... you get the idea. I've gotta say Calvin has a LOT more patience with the dawg than do I. But Calvin loves his dawg. Or doug (this is how his mom pronounced the word, so we keep saying we should've named Aladdin "Doug" the dawg ... OK, ya had to be there.)

This is just a light skim off the top of the surface leading to the many layers that is my life, my experiences, and my beginnings that led me to where I am now.

And remember ... eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.