I’m Not Martha, believe me...I hear it all the time. I’m not the most elegant gal on the block either; I’m a gun loving, God fearing, country loving, opinionated American woman. I consider jeans, a tank top, jacket, scarf
and high heels fashionable. My favorite pair of shoes you ask? Running shoes… I
used to drink, smoke and say “f**K” a lot, now I just say “f**K”.
I am an intravenous coffee drinker, a habitual ice & gum chewing, tattooed girl next door, and
my body is the canvas where I am able to express myself freely. Home is where I dwell. My home is not to be confused with a house. My home is
made up of 4 walls that shelter, protect and comfort my beautiful family. It is a dwelling of love, compassion, chaos, destruction and bliss. We
laugh, we cry, we fight with each other and FOR each other. Some days it’s so
clean you could perform open heart surgery on the bathroom tile, and other days
we could land the top spot on “Hoarders”. We are a family and this home is our
fortress from the helter-skelter of the world outside.
I probably won’t win “Mother
of the Year” or anything, but my trio of angels are certain beyond a doubt that
this mama bear will protect them no matter what comes our way. I rant &
rave, some days I am a pushover, other days I am the overly pushy one . Breakfast for
dinner is the most popular meal in our home. We live in the real world, and
sometimes it bites us in the ass. We are a team and no one gets voted off our
island.
As a single mother, I had to fight to survive. I learned along the way
different tips and tricks to make my money, food, and everything else we needed
go further. It’s still a struggle at times and I don’t see that changing
anytime soon, however, we have goals and with a bit of grit and determination
we WILL claim our 5 acre patch of paradise. Adversity builds character and strength. WE
ARE FIGHTERS!! At the end of the day we don’t have much, but together we have
it all. I am practically imperfect in every way but that’s what makes me perfect.
No… I’m NOT Martha, but she would LOVE me if she
met me…
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