Hello and welcome to My Story that i like best! I’m Nikki, the gal behind the blog. I would love to just spell out who I am and what you can expect here on My Story, but I can’t do that. I’m the stereotypical woman who can’t make up her mind and always keeps a person guessing. What I like today, I won’t like tomorrow, and what I want to write about today, I won’t want to write about tomorrow.
I Am A Poem. An Epic Sentence.
I am a rolling contradiction,
Changing, staying exactly the same, but always different.
I am a ponytail, swinging, curling, prim,
Thrown up in a messy bun.
I am one mug of coffee, extra sugar with cream.
More cream. I don’t like the taste of coffee.
I am a bitten fingernail, polished and painted.
A French manicure with no tips.
I am a pair of dark blue denim jeans,
Flaring out in a sea of sequins as I twirl and twirl.
I am a book filled with words,
A story told in pictures.
I am a swan,
Afraid of scarecrows, leaving the unpicked corn behind.
I am a mermaid free
To swim in my aquarium.
I am a mystery, unsolvable,
But I’ll tell you who did it.
I am who I was meant to be,
Who I want to be.
That poem has been a work in progress for months. And I’m still not finished with it. Even at the age of mumble-mumble I’m still trying to figure out who I am.
But here’s what I’ve figured out so far…
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 6 years old and 2 years 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 currently pregnant with our third little turkey who is due July 18. She so better be a girl….
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, but when I finally make a decision I don’t change my mind easily.
I’m an HR manager and I work for my family’s business. Somedays its an awesome job. Other days, not so much.
I’m a pin-up girl.
I’m not 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’m a planner. I especially L.O.V.E planning parties.
I’m writer at heart. I can’t get away from it. There is always a tug to keep writing.
I’m a potty mouth. F*ck is my favorite bad word. Having children has not changed that at all.
I’m a Republican. I enjoy being a Republican. I know why I am a Republican and I know why I tend to support Republican issues. We can debate if you’d like, but I expect reputable sources and polite conversation.
I’m pretty selfish.
I’m not very good with stupid or drunk people.
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 human. Admittedly, I’ve laughed at some racist, sexist, religious, fat and blonde jokes. There are times I strongly dislike people irrationally. There are times I’m afraid I might be racist, but I haven’t figured it out yet. I’m confused by that issue.
I’m not religious, but I’m spiritual. I respect everyone’s decision when it comes to religion because I think we’re all wrong.
I’m a child at heart. I still have my teddy bear from when I was a little girl. I believe in fairies and magic. Disney World is the best place on Earth.
I’m not at all impressed with the number of comments received or the number of followers to be had. Neither of those things validate anything in my life, including my worth as a blogger.
I’m a believer in signs and that everything happens for a reason. I may not know that reason at the time, but eventually it all makes sense. And karma…she’ll get you.
I’m an organized mess. It probably looks disorganized to you, but I know exactly where everything is.
I’m good person. I know I have shortcomings and things about myself that I need to work on bettering. 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.