Float like a butterfly, get stung by a bee...

I'm 32 years old and I was just stung by a bee for the first time in my life. This is life changing.

There I was basking in the afternoon sun. I had my arm resting on my forehead watching Josh play with our puppy and I went to switch arms when I felt a little wiggle under my inner arm (armpit) and immediately lifted my arm watching the angry insect buzz away. And then the burning came. I jumped up and ran into my bathroom where my husband was shaving and hysterically announced that I think I had been stung by a bee.

Sure enough, the little pisser got me.

My son, who had just returned from a what he thought was a traumatic tubing ride, scared because he thought it was going too fast (and it wasn't), came in to the bathroom. Already adrenaline pumped from the day, he had the look of concern/fear on his face. I smiled warmly, through clenched teeth, because I just finished telling him to basically stop being a wimp and I was trying to prove to him that there wasn't anything to be afraid of, especially a little bee.

Interestingly enough before all of my stupid drama I was thinking how amazing it was that I had gotten away with never being stung before. Jinxed for life.

I'm pretty annoyed with the whole situation.

My husband just looked over my shoulder and began making corrections to my blog. I could punch him in the balls right now.

I invite you to show your deepest sympathy below. I hope your weekend ends better than mine... and probably my husbands.

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Simply Truly my first blog

Hi.

Starting a blog seemed like a great idea when my friend suggested it. She showed me a bunch of different blogs and it was inspiring. Now that I have something started, I feel like I'm standing in front of a crowd naked and overexposed. I suppose that is because I know I over share in conversations anyway, so writing a blog seems excessive. But here I go...

I am a mom, a wife, and a coordinator for a nonprofit. I am also a portrait photographer when I have the spare time and I am wrapping up my BA in Communications. These two sentences are how I introduce myself to get that first impression nailed down and I feel proud to say that I am working at all of those things. It's simple and it's true. It's relatable in the sense that there are other mom's out there and wives and working women and hobbyists and students. How I got to put these two sentences together are their own stories.

I am 32 years old and I feel like for the first time in my life I am truly happy. I can stretch my arms out and deal with the crap that I deal with and embrace the happy as it comes my way. My perspective is the most important one and I try not to take it too personal when someone disagrees with it. This time in my life was a long time coming and I know there were people (including myself) who thought this might not ever happen. Of course, that's life. It could go either way: terrible or great. And there are days when terrible does teeter in over taking the great, but I handle it so much better now. I keep it simple and I keep it true. It helps me breath and I sleep better at night.

So really, if you're getting to know me, that's all you need to know. All the details will unfold. I'll post some of my past as I am still dealing with stuff like any inner teenage self and I'll post randoms about what's happening now. Thanks for reading... I hope in some way it becomes relatable to you and your life so that my words aren't wasted. :)