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When I decided that the moment had come to create a blog about parenting a teenage girl, I knew I needed just the right name for myself. I needed to have something that would express who I was in only a couple of words. My given name simply doesn't hold the spark I wanted, and that left me going through the choices available. My first step was to look at what I'm called here in my own domain. What do those who love me most associate with me? After a quick decision that signing my posts as 'The Bitch" was a bit much, I looked a little deeper. Embracing the roots of my complete lack of mental faculties, I opted to go with the Crazee Lady. I spelled it funny because I'm hip and cool like that. Just ask my daughter!I'm not only the Crazee Lady here in my blogging world. It also describes me out there in the real world. I am a thirty-something woman that believes wholeheartedly she is still twenty-one. That belief is hard to justify when I look in the mirror and take in the gray hairs and circles under my eyes, but I hold fast to the fact that I am not supposed to be this old yet. We won't even tackle the subject of the middle age years that I do not intend to enter gracefully.
Before we settle down and really dive into the fun, let's be sure to clear up potential misconceptions. You are not on your typical mommy blog. This is not your typical mommy talking. There won't be heartwarming stories about arts and crafts, homemade dinners, fresh baked cookies and quality family time watching a wholesome movie. In fact, those closest to us do not even believe I know the location of the kitchen in my house. They are wrong. Where else would I refill my diet Pepsi or pour a cup of coffee? The simple fact is that our life is not Leave it to Beaver and I am not June. My days do not work that way.
Much of my day is spent sitting in front of the computer and trying to engage it into battle with a slew of naughty words. I'm not one to admit defeat very often, but in this instance I don't think I stand much of a chance of winning. When I'm not working I can be found walking circles and trying to remember what I was doing, talking incessantly to anyone in the house that will listen, arguing my opinions via Facebook or the local news site and running back and forth across town in a feeble attempt to accomplish the tasks on my to-do lists.I enjoy the benefit of multiple personalities, of which none are very nice, and the absolute anal-ism (yes it's a word because I said so) that stems from being OCD. My favorite hobbies are harassing my teen daughter, avoiding work and sleeping. The latter is much harder to come by than the first two.
My life and my home are just a little bit different. It's not uncommon to discuss bodily functions at the dinner table or call my daughter a lesbian when at a restaurant. She knows that she's not being singled out, we equally harass everyone in our lives.
This venture into the teenage years has been a roller coaster ride so far and we are just barely getting started. I decided that the best way to survive is to share my stories with the world. As is the case with most everything in life, I expect to share them with humor and sarcasm equally placed throughout. I've decided that it's either this or alcoholism and I'm too cheap to buy that much liquor.