Real ones are few and far between. That was a hard lesson learned for me, but the ones I have now I hold dear to me.
But this wouldn't be right, with you getting to know me, if I didn't use this "F" opportunity to talk about myself. (Holy, narcissism, Batman!)
Freda, the voice behind this blog.
I was a rotten kid. Spoiled rotten. Always getting into mischief and paying the price. This means I spent the majority of my childhood in my bedroom, grounded, with only my books to occupy me.
And so a bookworm was born.
I read my mom's extensive Stephen King collection before puberty. Yup, it was good and bad. I loved the stories, but became afraid of the dark. Didn't stop me from reading horror at night, until I was much older.
In 1987 we moved to Dunnville, Ontario.
A.K.A. The country.
Gawd I hated it! I'm a city girl, 100%!
I was thrilled when we moved in 1989 to Nova Scotia. New place, new people, new experiences.
But that bombed!!
We lived in Merigomish. Yeah, didn't think you would have heard of it. When you drive through the "hamlet", you blink and you miss it. Seriously, I lived across the street from the post office and was RR#1. It was that small.
So again I agonized over my surroundings and life in general... gotta love teenage angst.
Thankfully we moved back to Ontario in 1992. Sadly, we only came back as far as Kingston.
When I got pregnant in 1994, I came all the way back to Hamilton. I needed to be home.
In March 1995, my son Kristopher was born. (Ironically on my dad's birthday.)
He still lives at home, but you wouldn't know it. Typical teenager is always at his girlfriend's house.
Then, in 1997, my doppleganger was born. Brianna, my daughter.
You have met my furbabies on the A Is For Animals post, and met Vinny my hubby many times I'm sure... just in case, here he is:
You just know these things......
And you met my dad(s) a couple weeks ago through D Is For Dad(s) post. With knowing my love for Elvis, books and poetry, which I have posted on here, there is not much more to tell.
I'm a shoe-whore.
Now, there is nothing else to tell. I'm like a book. You see the cover, make a judgement, and then once you open the book, and the story unfolds, you will see a funny, honest, intelligent, caring, compassionate, loving woman. That's all that counts in the long run.
Now you know about me a little more.... at least the personal side I'm not-so-crazy about sharing. Won't you share something about you in the comments? I hate feeling narcissistic. Thanks!