So here's the deal. I've been blogging on another personal blog for awhile but I have begun to find that less than stimulating. I was just blathering on about my workouts or my divorce and quite honestly, I'm boring myself.
I am a recently-divorced mom to a 6 year old girlie-girl I call Mini Me. The name carries a double meaning; first, there are a lot of times she acts just. like. me. She is the embodiment of the curse of my mother ("I hope you have a daughter just like you"). Second, some heavy duty irony. She is the biggest, pinkest, most princessy girlie girl imaginable. I was a total tomboy. She's my polar opposite.
Her dad and I are both cops (as you may notice). I swear if she says she wants to be a cop, I will tie her up in the basement and subject her to water boarding until she changes her mind.
Once in a while she surprises me. She's lost two teeth as of today and she yanked them both herself with minimum drama (note the rusty needle nose pliers). Totally out of the ordinary.
She's usually up for crazy shit, like last Halloween when she wanted to be a Roller Derby Girl. Worked out fantastically - she just used my gear. This year she says she wants to be Lady GaGa. I also got her on a "big kid" roller coaster (one of my favorites). After screaming bloody murder the whole way, she begged me to go again.
Truthfully, she's the reason I get up in the morning and I love her with everything I am. I wouldn't trade her for anything. She's an amazing little creature that shocks me with her intelligence and creativity. She tells me she loves me unsolicited and is a gentle, loving little girl.
Then there are the days that we are cats and dogs, Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner, Israel and Palestine. Nothing I say or do is right and we teeter on the brink of World War III, and those days are what this blog is all about.
