Who am I?

I have been having a small identity crisis. Not a big one. Just an almost forty, going to be moving again, husband probably going to be deployed, wondering when we will ever be in one town for more than three years crisis.

I bought the Maria Shriver book and have decided to take her advice. It's not what you do, but the person you are while you are doing it. Well, I am trying. I just keep repeating that to myself. Maybe I need to put it on a plaque. Paging Graffiti Chic......

SO, I get home and find my Mother's Day Gifts from school.

If you ever have a question about who you are, ask your seven year old.

Last week we were to send in a photo of ourselves to the first grade class. They were working on a Mother's Day project to display in the hallway.

On the table when I walked in I found a poster that said,

"I talk loud.
I love diet coke.
I ride my bike alot.
I have three kids.
Who am I?"

Inside was the photo of me.

I will take that description.... It could have been

"I forgot to bring snacks after school before dancing.
I embarrass my daughter by dancing to the music in department stores.
I never take my kids to the Perdido Kids Park.
I keep the extra beer in the fridge in the garage.
Who am I?"