This year I'll turn 40, I have the stiff joints and crazy chin hairs to prove it. Thanks to beer and cheese, I've held the wrinkles at bay, stretch marks.....eh, not so much, but hey, as Edna Garrett and those spunky girls used to say, "You take the good, you take the bad, you take 'em both and there you have, the facts of life." Things are good, things are calm & crazy all at once, time flies , yet drags in spots. I have no regrets, with the exception of a few hairdos in the late 80s. I look forward to aging and growing more understanding and patient with challenges and things over which I have no control. Deep breaths and live in the moment, right? I'm happily married to the most calm, collected and beautiful person I've ever known. We have a 5 year old spirited son, Rowan, who not only keeps us on our toes, but in stitches. I'm a dental hygienist and yes it is true, we do take out our aggression on your gums, so start flossing, for the love of sweet baby Jesus. And yes, I'm always looking at your teeth.
I've had ALOT of fun in the past 39 1/2 years and plan on having WAY more, despite turning into a stereotypical middle aged lesbian, right down to the family car, color coordinated track suits and dog........but I love it and I love my life. Not to worry, there will be no mulletude or chain to my wallet, but I do fly a rainbow flag in June every year. I'm here, I'm queer, get me a beer. I never imagined my life would unfold in such a fashion, nor did I ever expect to be chaperoning school trips, let alone parenting.........bring it on and bring on another baby! It's plausible that any day our second child could join the Griffin-Roosa family, May 15th will bring our 11th anniversary and the third year we've been patiently waiting for another bundle of breathtaking excitement.
I hastily deleted my Facebook profile in January, a liberating feat to say the least. But now I'm faced with a dilemma, what do I do with the plethora of photos I take on a weekly basis? Instead of bombarding online "cutest baby" contests with adorable, "fresh out of the tub and in clean jammies" shots of my son, Rowan and being my wife's ghost writer on her Facebook account (much to her chagrin) I've decided to take a more self indulgent path and start a blog. So here it is and yes, Facebook, you and Mr. Zuckerberg can kiss my big, fat Irish ass.
I will post pictures, videos and really any damn thing I want. Thank you Jenna Coffey & Ami Bunch for the inspiration. Let's blog girls!
