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Here I go with my first attempt at what no one is going to read. I'm just learning what this whole blog thing is about so please bear with me. ahem...I grew up a poor black child...and...a poor white child:) Being, oh what's the new tagline, biracial or is it multicultural or maybe dual heritage...anyway...having a pale mom and deeply dark dad has taught me a lot about the world. The biggest lesson is GET OVER IT, MOVE ON and STOP TAKING LIFE SO SERIOUSLY. I happen to live in one of the west coasts most liberal counties where an unborn child is worthless, but a person who describes a person as "black" rather than "african american" should be flogged. Hmmm...what other soap boxes can I bring to stack upon this one? At some point I know I'll fall, but until that happens I'll get a lot said:) Here is me: I am the caramel center of a twix bar (dad is dark chocolate mom is white cookie crunch) I am wife to the son of THE Bearded Weirdo (oh what a man!) I get to be mom to Schemekimi (that's what I call my 4 children if I want them all to come at once) I am a writer (hopefully to be published by the end of 2007...they're trying to find cover art) I am a doula (self proclaimed and pretty good if I do say so myself...and with this being MY blog...I do!) I was an accidental midwife, just me and the mom. I got to catch a 10.2 baby boy. Gloves were an afterthought:) I am a messy housekeeper I am a champion procrastinator I am me with lots of room for improvement and lots of soft for hugging:) ~Annalisa |
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