Who Is Nikki?

Yes, that’s really me up there in the left corner.

Here’s what I look like when I’m not imitating the art of Mr. Art Frahm.

Nikki

So who is this chick that populates this lovely blog with such fine reading material?  Well, in a wordy blurb…

I’m Nikki, but that is not my first name. It is my middle name. I’ve gone by my middle name my entire life. My mom named me knowing she would call me by my middle name. I used to hate it, but now I dig it…most of the time.

I’m a wife and a momma.  Hubby is an all around damn fine husband, daddy, US Army officer, and utility company employee.  He makes me laugh until my sides hurt and I’m glad I chose him for a husband and baby daddy.  My two boys, Sam and Max, are 4 years old and 9 months old.   I love being a momma. I love my boys more than anything in the world. I would die for them. I would cut off my own leg with a nail file for them (although, I hope I never have to).  That being said, an overnight break from them is heaven on earth.

I’m also a momma to a cute Pomeranian, Pippy and a kitty, Miss Banana.  We are the only females in the house, so naturally, we rule the roost.

I’m incredibly indecisive.

I’m in HR and I work for my family’s business.  Somedays its an awesome job.  Other days, not so much.

And here’s a photo of me just for the shi*ts and giggles of it…

I don’t think I’m innately funny. I have to work on being funny. I wish I was naturally funny.

I’m the former Mrs. Mootz aka Yummy Mummy aka (Army) Wife from More Than An (Army) Wife aka A Yummy Mummy on a Pink Park Bench.

I L.O.V.E. party planning.  For a bit I had a business called Pip Events.  However, being a mommy and working full-time got in the way of having a successful business.  I’m not giving up though on one day making Pip Events successful.  Just not right now.

I have a bit of a potty mouth. F*ck is my favorite bad word.  Although with two kids I’ve been trying to temper the foul language, so flippin’ and shiznit regularly find their way into my conversations.

I’m a Republican (mostly) through and through. I want the money I work for. I don’t want to give it to someone who “earns” it by sitting on their couch. If I’m rich and you’re poor, that’s really not my fault or my problem. If scientific testing on my unused embryos will cure cancer or AIDS, test away. War sucks, but it’s a necessary evil.  And don’t even get me started on the new health care program.

I’m pretty selfish.

I don’t handle stupid or drunk people very well.

I’m pro-choice. That does NOT mean I’m pro-abortion. It means women should be able to make their own choices. It means I might not be here if abortion was not an option. It means I would probably never have an abortion, but I realize that every woman is not me.

I’m not against same sex marriage, but I think it’s a bit ridiculous that some people “refuse” to get married until gays can get married. It seems a bit silly to me to prolong your happiness until someone else can get theirs. I certainly wouldn’t want anyone not doing something that would make them happy simply because I can’t do it.

I laugh at some racist, sexist, religious, fat and blonde jokes. I don’t think that means I’m a racist or a bigot. I just think that means I’m human with a sense of humor.

I’m not politically correct. I think political correctness is ruining our country. I wish more people would remove the sticks from their a$$es.

I will admit when I make a mistake.  Granted, I will say I don’t make mistakes often, but I will admit it when I do.

I’m not religious, but I’m spiritual. I have a relationship with God that is good enough for me. I respect everyone’s decision when it comes to religion because I think we’re all wrong.

I still have my teddy bear from when I was a little girl. When Hubs isn’t home, Popsicle keeps me company at night.

My boys are all sorts of good looking. That’s not an opinion.  boys

The number of comments I receive and the number of followers I have don’t validate anything in my life, including my worth as a blogger.

I don’t understand people who say, “I’ll forgive, but I won’t forget.” I think that if I forgive I have to forget. Otherwise, it will always be there, in the back of my mind and the resentment that comes from not forgetting will one day spill out and that means I have not forgiven.

I believe in signs and that everything happens for a reason. I may not know that reason at the time, but eventually it all makes sense.

I hate to clean, but I’m getting better at redding up the house every night.  Yes, I used the words “redding up.”  That’s a light cleaning for you non-PA Dutch folks.

I wish the world for my sons and I hope they knows every day of their lives how amazing they really are.

Finally, despite what some might consider my shortcomings, I think I’m good person. Despite the bad things in my life, I don’t regret much. If people don’t like me because of who I am and what I feel and believe, I’m okay with that. I wouldn’t want them to change for me, so I’m not going to change for them.

So there you have it.  I hope you stick around for more :)

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