I Am What I Am - Don't Judge Me......

So, Monday night I jumped on the bandwagon and started reading 50 Shades of Grey.  I've always been a little behind when it comes to popular fiction, so it took me awhile to warm up to the thought of reading this book.  But read it I did......in one night.....until 3am....I could not put it down.

Tuesday morning, I jump on Facebook and posted a comment about reading 50 Shades until the wee hours.  Shortly after, I receive an email from a recent FB acquaintance that I had recently made through a military wives FB page.  She was informing me that she was defriending me because I read the book.  She went on to say that I was not the person she thought I was and that my marriage was doomed, that I'm a wanton heathen, and it went on and on.  First, I was shocked.....then I got angry.....then I laughed.....

And then I posted about it on Facebook......and started a firestorm that spanned almost 2 hours and 125+ comments.

But all that got me thinking.....how well do you and my "friends" on Facebook really know me?  I have friends on FB that I've been friends with since high school....friendships that span 15, 20 years.  Anyone else is merely an acquaintance.  But it also got me thinking about who I am and who I choose to allow within my circle......

So, I'm taking this post and sharing a few things that may surprise you, may make you laugh, may cause you to stop reading my blog or defriend me.  And so be it.....I am what I am......

And so, I peel away the layers to allow you a little bit more of a better glimpse into who I am and what makes me tick.

I have a tattoo (and want more).  I like to drink.  And if the mood and accompanying friends are right, may engage in a cigarette or two.....

I have never done drugs.....ever.  Not even smoking weed.  However, alcohol is another story.  I prefer beer, but can switch to wine whenever the occasion calls for it.  Tequila is my shot of choice.  I don't like "sweet" drinks or whiskey.  The last time I got skunk-raving drunk was a year ago.....and it really wasn't pretty.....

I have an interesting sense of humor....laced with sarcasm.  I love my sense of humor....and yes, sometimes it has gotten me into trouble or has caused some hurt feelings.

I feel things extremely deeply and take things very personally.  Because of that, I often hold grudges and will chew on some "offense" like my Zoja on a chewie.  It takes a while for me to forgive.

Hurt me, my family, or anyone in my circle of friends and you will see the Mama Bear come out like never before.  (See point above.....)

I've been the victim of bullies.  And because of that, I will not tolerate any type of abusive behavior....period.

I love my children and my husband with the fierceness of the entire animal kingdom put together.

I enjoy my smut from time to time.  I believe it just adds, not takes away, from my relationship with my husband.  It does not make me a pervert or a heathen or a wanton hussy....(although I am willing to learn....(see, there's that humor again....))

I like to flirt.  I believe there's safe flirting and unsafe flirting.

I am not the perfect wife and mother, although I would give anything for you to believe it.  Sometimes I will go days without cleaning my house or doing laundry.  There are days when my girls get on my last nerve that I send them to their rooms with their dinner and a movie just so I don't kill them and bury them in the backyard....

I like to believe that the more I do for you, the more you'll like me.  Not healthy....and I'm working on that....

I like going to bars and clubs......I prefer to dance with my husband, but he's not a big dancer.  During his last deployment, me and some other wives would have a regular girls night out.  We went to a bar that was safe for us....everyone knew us, the bouncer watched out for us, we were taken care of.  And yes, we would dance with other men.  We all watched out for each other....and yes, our husbands knew because we had open communication and told them everything.

I love hard rock and heavy metal.  I love to get my headbanging on.  I love driving around with my windows down, stereo up as loud as it will go, rocking out and singing at the top of my lungs...

I struggle with God every single day.  I never claimed to be a good Christian wife and mother.  I am searching and I fail every single day.

But there it is.....a few things about me in a nutshell.  Love me or leave me.....it makes no difference to me.....