My Australian book buddy Greyson @ Use Your Words tagged me for this one. She said I was “lovely and hilarious,” and obviously flattery works really well on me! Thanks, G!
There are some rules…
- Thank the person who nominated you for the award (well, duh.)
- Display the banner/sticker/logo on your blog. (sure!)
- Share 7 facts or things about yourself. (are there 7 facts about me? *thinks hard*)
- Nominate up to 15 bloggers that you admire and inform the nominees (absolutely not.)
Ok, here we go. Don’t get weirded out and leave me once you know me better.
#One: I met my husband on Twitter.
It’s true. Through random circumstance and universal luck, I was retweeted into my husband’s timeline. He followed me. I followed him. He wrote poetry and I wrote thoughts and we liked each other’s words. We started emailing. Then we started talking on the phone. Then we made a plan to meet for the first time. We confided in each other, found safety in each other. Within 4 months of our first email, we spent a weekend together and fell in love.
For three years we drove five hours every other weekend to be together from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. One weekend I would cross from Ontario into New York State. And two weeks later he’d do the opposite. He was eight years older than me, divorced from a terrible marriage with two kids. I was 26 and just out of an abusive relationship. We needed each other. He saved me. I saved him.
I don’t believe in fate or things “happening for a reason,” but I do believe that being with my husband is one of the only good decisions I’ve ever let myself make. It was terrifying, being young and newly single, dating someone older with children (something I never wanted.) But, I forced myself through the scary stuff – the stuff I didn’t always believe I could handle – and I ended up making a life with my one great love.
We married on Oct.13, 2013. But, we didn’t start living together until January 2015, after his immigration application to Canada was approved. He left his family and job behind, brought his children with him, and together we’ve cobbled together a new life from scratch.
My husband and I have been through a lot together. A lot of obstacles. A lot of new experiences and we didn’t always know what we were doing. A lot of difficulties and sadness and tears are involved in trying to blend a family. But we are still here. We’ve made a commitment to keep going after every new thing thrown our way. He’s my partner and my teammate and he treats me like a queen.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, if you find someone who makes you better, who makes you stronger, and who treats you right, but there are obstacles – don’t give up. If it’s worth it. You don’t give up on great loves.
#Two: I have a Modern Family.
My parents were married for 20 years-ish, before my father came out as gay. I was 15. Things were a little rocky for a while, but we eventually all found a way back together with love and forgiveness and acceptance. Both my parents have remarried, so I have two stepdads. Love them both.
My parents, thanks to my mother’s unwavering good heart, have since become friends again. We spend a lot of holidays with everyone together. And if you think about, or have ever experienced divorce, then you know how special that really is. Being a second wife/stepmother, as well as a child of divorce with step-parents, I know that most divorced couples can never go back to having any level of friendship where you want to do things together. It’s so rare. Most co-parents just tolerate each other.
On top of that, my sister is gay. My stepdaughter has recently come out as my stepson. And my in-laws are gun-loving Trump supporters.
But, we can all get together and have a really good time – religion, politics and personal opinions aside. I feel very lucky in this aspect of my life. And maybe we could be a sitcom.
#Three: I’m not good at small talk.
…Or just talking in person in general. I’m a much better writer. I express myself so much more fully and honestly when it can be written down. I don’t like having conversations that are surface. I like depth. I crave it. And that’s why I can talk too much in person. An “it’s cold out!” or “rain is really coming down, eh?” or a random “how’s it going?” without really caring about the answer, causes my eye to twitch.
I worked in customer service for years. YEARS. Until I was done with school and started my career. I honestly don’t know how I made it because small talk is the bedrock of customer service. My mother always says (and I’m pretty sure she’s being insulting when she does) that I “do not suffer fools lightly.”
It might be an insult, but it’s true!
I have zero patience for stupidity, irrationality or bullshit. “Can you make me a fresh pot of coffee?” “That pot was just brewed five minutes ago.” “I’d still like a fresh one.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME? And I don’t like casual things that people say just because they think walking into a store without pointing out the weather is going to be rude.
It’s also why I answer questions with long, thoughtful (hopefully) responses. Or write longer reviews. I cannot help myself. Words have weight and we should be using them accordingly, and with honesty.
#Four: I’ve maintained a deep, unconditional love for John Mayer since 1999.
And I refuse to apologize for it.
Like, I probably wouldn’t leave my husband for him at this point in my life. But I can’t say that with any real certainty because I utterly adore him.
#Five: I have a favourite meme that helps me when I’m feeling down.
If I’m in a bad mood, all I have to do is look at it and my endorphins start flowing. It’s the most perfect thing the internet has ever created and I thank the universe for sending it into my feed.
#Six: I’m a Supernatural fangirl.
Last night I was lounging around my house, wearing my Supernatural jogging pants and my Supernatural socks. Is this weird? I’m 32. Maybe it’s weird. Don’t judge me.
The show has been on since 2005. I was 20 and I’ve been watching since the beginning. So, if you think about it that way, I’ve got some serious dedication to this relationship. My jogging pants are just an extension of that. Same with the Pop! dolls, and my t-shirts, and the Clue board game that my husband hates playing with me.
Listen, I’m loyal! Just ask John Mayer.
#Seven: I’m an RPG gamer QUEEN
Okay, maybe just a princess. Duchess, at the very least. I’ve got too much adulting going on to really focus on being a queen.
But, when I have the time, I play a lot of RPGs. Typically, my stepkids are occupying the rec room and the PS4, but when I can kick them out, I KICK THEM OUT. And they know I’ll be down there for 5 to 7 days. Like full days. I’ll be eating my dinner down there. Using the bathroom down there (not on the couch, there is an actual toilet.) I only emerge to change my clothes.
Dragon Age, Skyrim, Mass Effect – those are my go-to’s. I literally took a week of vacation from work to play Mass Effect: Andromeda. But forever in my heart is the Borderlands series. It’s not technically an RPG, but it’s fun as shit. I can’t wait for number 3 to come out. I read the updated rumours weekly, just to torment myself mentally and test my resolve.
It really started as a fluke, my Borderlands dedication. My husband and I wanted something to play together. Not a lot of games let you do local co-op on split-screen, so we went with Borderlands. And now, no lie, we’ve been playing it for almost six years. Our date nights aren’t going out to dinner and a movie. Our date nights are bags of chips and Borderlands in our PJs.
It’s such a serious relationship with this game, that we’ve talked about getting matching Borderlands 2 tattoos. He’d get Zero and I’d get Maya. The assassin and the Siren 4ever.
You know what they say, the couple that games together stays together.
Wait, does anyone say that? Did I just make that up? No, I’m not that clever.
Stay safe. Be Kind. But, take no shit.
Later, Booknerds ✌️🔪