Home Plate - A good place to start.

It has come to my attention I need to start blogging.  So, here I am.  I am sitting here kinda feeling like Carrie Bradshaw at this given moment - minus the kick ass wardrobe and blonde hair.  I am thinking most everyone's questions can be answered here; so long as I update it.

Today's dilema - work.  We have to work.  Whether or not we DO, that is a seperate issue.  I am blessed enough to have a stable job although, stable might not describe the "1st Base Umpire".  He is a bit, um, shall we say, unstable.  His calls are not really the best; but nonetheless we have to abide by them.  His recent decision to scare everyone really isn't going to help his situation.  But whatever.  To each his own.  I don't understand how a person can act that way toward fellow human beings, nevermind someone they are on the field of play with.  What I really need to tell the 1st base Ump is this - your calls suck and you need to have respect out here.  I can go play with a different league.  Just something to chew on.

As for me, Miss Fancy Pants, here is a brief synopsis of my story.  I am 32.  I have an amazing husband.  I have an even more amazing 6 year old little girl who lights up my world when its dark.  I am recently diagnosed with stage 2B breast cancer and I am in the middle of kicking its ass.  I have had 2 treatments so far; 2 more of the bad ones left, I stand one hell of a good chance to beat it, I have 5 sisters, all older than I and my mom lives close to me.  My dad died when I was 17, I married a jerk the first time, I am working on finishing school, I work for a General Contractor building high end retail stores nationwide, currently, I have 1 boob and a buzzed head and lean to the right, both literally and politcally.  I have an awesome relationship with God, nothing and noone can change that.  I love to shoot, I love guns, I love being outdoors, I love traveling, I want to be on that show "Ammo & Attitude", I want to own a house, I want to own a BMW, I want to go to Ireland, I want to bungee jump.  I want to dance in the rain once and not worry about getting wet.  (which I have never done) I want my daughter to be in the Junion Olympics to understand her great ethic of hardwork pays off.  I have one hell of a work ethic.  I don't lie to you.  Once I am your friend, I will always be your friend and I will ALWAYS be there if you need anything.  I wear my emotions on my sleeve; both a blessing and a curse.

Looks like the 7th inning stretch is over - off I go to bat again.

PS - in case you are wondering where this name of the blog came from - you should know we all play the game of life.  My chosen game is baseball.  But you already knew that.