7- Damn you Dani..

So, I have been bestowed an award by Danica. (psst..damn you for mentioning that the picture is absent ...took me forever to figure out how to do that..for the record..you owe me coffee)

For which I am.....thankful ...uhum..:)

You'd think that coming up with seven things that you don't know about me would be easy all things considered... and I'm not one for rule following, so here goes..

One: I have one head...that has naturally curly hair...that I hate! Hate isn't strong enough..I loathe...So much so that I straighten it every damn day, unless I'm feeling lazy- then bring on the curl! For the record, I envy every single woman with straight hair- you can pull off the cutest looks ever..pppllllpppphhhh..

Twice: The number of times that I have been married. I had a "starter marriage" as my family so fondly refers to it...long and short..didn't love him and didn't have the balls to leave him at the alter, even though on the way to the church (ugh) my Dad actually gave me the choice.

Seven: the number of days I love to swear- seriously, I love to fucking swear. My favorite word, is not one loved by a lot of women, but I love it, I love to use it, and by using it, it holds no power against me. Please look away if that word offends you .......Cunt........ Ok you can look back now.... As and aside, I do not swear in front of my cub, but the occasional.. shit will fall from my lips in his presence. While I love to swear, there are more times in my life when I don't swear than when I do... aaahhh the power of language.

Three: I am three years older than my husband. He loves that I am "the older" woman, I love it because I just latch on to his age and roll with it. I much prefer his age to mine. Really age is a state of mind.

Five: Days a week I do the work me, which by title is "Associate Financial Planner" which loosely translated is paper wench to the Mad man who signs my paycheque..

Three: The number of beds in my house....I am obsessive about my bed sheets..they have to match, our bed, cub's bed, spare bed...ok, they don't have to match each other- that would be silly..( now wait a minute, i I could colour coordinate the whole......crap...sorry...)..but all pillowcases, duvet covers and sheets have to be the same damn pattern/colour/set...or I am buggered, buggered in so far as I cannot sleep...ok cub's and the spare room don't bother me like my own bed does. One of X's favorite torments ( I swear) is to randomly change his pillowcase, to something that doesn't go with what is on the bed... I can see his smirk from here..

Six: The number of Furry and Fur-less creatures that inhabit our home. We have a dog- American Eskimo -Kaz, Two cats.. Newt aka, asshole,aka, tubby,aka one of the biggest cats you have ever seen, Tiny, aka Tonks, aka you fucking little bitch, Xtreme, aka hubby, aka rusty romantic, Cub, aka, Little man, aka Little too long, aka, Monster Baby....have I mentioned he was almost 11 pounds... and me.. Amethyst Anne..

So , that's a bit about me, and I am going to hold onto this award for now- with the right to bestow it upon others at a later date.