So, My mom got a blog on here... she said that it's kinda like a live diary. Some that know me also know that that can be dangerous for me. See, I like to have fun. I also like to poke fun at things that some may find offensive or taboo... Not I! Nothing is to taboo for me to think,talk or even blog about!
So, you have stopped by just to check out what Imma blog about huh? Not much so far. I'm guessing that you would like to know some things about me... Ok. First off, I was born with the name Sheree'. As you may have noticed, that is not what I go by now.Unless you are family please respect my wishes and do not call me that.
I am 27, going on 28 sooner then I would rather admite too...and come from a family of Harleys and oil is in our blood. As well as the military.Grew up all and down the nice sunny and sometimes wet coast of California. Though born in the central valley in a iddy biddy little town called Fresno. Ain't so small now, use to be a speck on the map growing up. I had to use a magnifine glass dureing show and tell to show where the hell I grew up at! But now......NOW it's a star or close to a super nova sized star on the map!
My mother, bless her heart for tolerating me all these years....is machanically declined. (But she's getting better, she can turn on a computer all by herself now!) She is what I call a energizer bunny on some major crack! The woman never stops! And IF she does,it's to feed some stray animal. I trained her well...hehe.
My dad, He's a weird one. I love him to death, he's all smiles yet in the same instant he'll look like he'll kick yer ass for messing with his family or his prized bikes. This is a guy who is about 6 foot tall, built like a mac truck when he wants to be, or can become as skinny as a human zipper in a matter of a month or two. I never knew a man that could weigh 250 one month and weigh 180 the next..... DOING NOTHING!
My baby brother.....My dear baby brother. You would think that being the oldest I would have inflicted some rather narley things upon the poor soul. I didn't! I actually protected him when he was younger, though he would be the first to deny it today...
He's 25 now, and about 6'5" and skinny as a rail! I have seen that boy eat everything but the kitchen sink and STILL not gain a pound. Christ he's got some good part of the genes there...
Then there's me...
Yes, please do take a really good close look at me. (Seeing as there is no picture up currently,look as hard as you can through the darkness and weaveing words....)
Im 5'4"ish now...Endured 2-3 back surgeries, Im tattooed and Im peirced. Not to mention that I'm punk/goth. I have my days... Oh yea, and Im 28! MA, ya made me OLD!
I am a splendedly confuseing mix of death metal hate,punk mosh, and good ol Italian/Irish additude... wrapped up in a smiling peirced and tattooed cacoon that noone really knows when is going to break into a beautiful butterfly. (Don't hold your breath)
Over the course of my life, I've endured trials and tribulations just like every kid....with one exception. I've become a stronger person today for it. So what if my dad tossed me up in the air when I was younger in my grandma's house with a low ceiling...so what if I bopped my head up there! I just shook it off and laughed. Who knew that's how I would deal with things!
My mom is and has been a verry influential person growing up. She's always told me that no matter what I do, do it proudly, even if your doing it wrong....(wait,or was that Tyra to one of the girls on America's Next Top Model?) Oh well...the point is, that she supported me through any and all decisions that I made both in my teenage years and my adult years. Good, bad, and sometimes...really ugly! :-)
My Dad, He's been my rock. He's the phone to reminds me all the time "Noon,Remember that everyone is stupid! INCLUDEING YOURSELF!" I've always wondered if he took his own advise? I'm sure he does. Hes a genious!He HAS to have!
My Dad showed me how to live life and love what your doing while your doing it. He also instilled in me a verry firm belief that even if you HATE what you're doing, you smile for the customer...and you do your job 150% all of the time.Even if you don't have confidence in you....You have to make them BELIEVE that you do.
Worked me for at a few places that I worked at...LOL.
My grandparents......they deserve a place all their own on my blog page....I will think long and hard and find all the right (not perfect) words to portray them accuratly and in a great light as these are two really great people who also showed my brother and I was UNCONDITIONAL LOVE really means. My Parents were raised by their own respective mom's and dad's and what was passed down to them made them who they are today...and now they pass those on to us....and I can't be thrilled more about it....
I mean look at what my gave me all my life....LIFE! Can't get much better then that!
No nothing was ever handed to us....My brother and I worked our asses off to get what we have today...or what little we have, but damn it it's still OURS! (Me more so then my bro.....)
Anywho, yea...that's all for now. Otherwise I can ramble on and on and on.....
Hasta La Pasta Mi Bella's e Mi Bello's
So, you have stopped by just to check out what Imma blog about huh? Not much so far. I'm guessing that you would like to know some things about me... Ok. First off, I was born with the name Sheree'. As you may have noticed, that is not what I go by now.Unless you are family please respect my wishes and do not call me that.
I am 27, going on 28 sooner then I would rather admite too...and come from a family of Harleys and oil is in our blood. As well as the military.Grew up all and down the nice sunny and sometimes wet coast of California. Though born in the central valley in a iddy biddy little town called Fresno. Ain't so small now, use to be a speck on the map growing up. I had to use a magnifine glass dureing show and tell to show where the hell I grew up at! But now......NOW it's a star or close to a super nova sized star on the map!
My mother, bless her heart for tolerating me all these years....is machanically declined. (But she's getting better, she can turn on a computer all by herself now!) She is what I call a energizer bunny on some major crack! The woman never stops! And IF she does,it's to feed some stray animal. I trained her well...hehe.
My dad, He's a weird one. I love him to death, he's all smiles yet in the same instant he'll look like he'll kick yer ass for messing with his family or his prized bikes. This is a guy who is about 6 foot tall, built like a mac truck when he wants to be, or can become as skinny as a human zipper in a matter of a month or two. I never knew a man that could weigh 250 one month and weigh 180 the next..... DOING NOTHING!
My baby brother.....My dear baby brother. You would think that being the oldest I would have inflicted some rather narley things upon the poor soul. I didn't! I actually protected him when he was younger, though he would be the first to deny it today...
He's 25 now, and about 6'5" and skinny as a rail! I have seen that boy eat everything but the kitchen sink and STILL not gain a pound. Christ he's got some good part of the genes there...
Then there's me...
Yes, please do take a really good close look at me. (Seeing as there is no picture up currently,look as hard as you can through the darkness and weaveing words....)
Im 5'4"ish now...Endured 2-3 back surgeries, Im tattooed and Im peirced. Not to mention that I'm punk/goth. I have my days... Oh yea, and Im 28! MA, ya made me OLD!
I am a splendedly confuseing mix of death metal hate,punk mosh, and good ol Italian/Irish additude... wrapped up in a smiling peirced and tattooed cacoon that noone really knows when is going to break into a beautiful butterfly. (Don't hold your breath)
Over the course of my life, I've endured trials and tribulations just like every kid....with one exception. I've become a stronger person today for it. So what if my dad tossed me up in the air when I was younger in my grandma's house with a low ceiling...so what if I bopped my head up there! I just shook it off and laughed. Who knew that's how I would deal with things!
My mom is and has been a verry influential person growing up. She's always told me that no matter what I do, do it proudly, even if your doing it wrong....(wait,or was that Tyra to one of the girls on America's Next Top Model?) Oh well...the point is, that she supported me through any and all decisions that I made both in my teenage years and my adult years. Good, bad, and sometimes...really ugly! :-)
My Dad, He's been my rock. He's the phone to reminds me all the time "Noon,Remember that everyone is stupid! INCLUDEING YOURSELF!" I've always wondered if he took his own advise? I'm sure he does. Hes a genious!He HAS to have!
My Dad showed me how to live life and love what your doing while your doing it. He also instilled in me a verry firm belief that even if you HATE what you're doing, you smile for the customer...and you do your job 150% all of the time.Even if you don't have confidence in you....You have to make them BELIEVE that you do.
Worked me for at a few places that I worked at...LOL.
My grandparents......they deserve a place all their own on my blog page....I will think long and hard and find all the right (not perfect) words to portray them accuratly and in a great light as these are two really great people who also showed my brother and I was UNCONDITIONAL LOVE really means. My Parents were raised by their own respective mom's and dad's and what was passed down to them made them who they are today...and now they pass those on to us....and I can't be thrilled more about it....
I mean look at what my gave me all my life....LIFE! Can't get much better then that!
No nothing was ever handed to us....My brother and I worked our asses off to get what we have today...or what little we have, but damn it it's still OURS! (Me more so then my bro.....)
Anywho, yea...that's all for now. Otherwise I can ramble on and on and on.....
Hasta La Pasta Mi Bella's e Mi Bello's
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