Friday, June 6, 2008

The story of my life- not literally.

Well, maybe a little.

It all starts with the results

of this quiz I took...

You Are Very Normal

You scored 75% normal on this quiz

You are normal in practically every way. Yes, you're average.
But average definitely doesn't boring. You just fit in well with the mainstream.

Why You Are Normal:

You prefer fiction to non fiction

You think fishnet stockings are trashy

You prefer a good meal to a good nap

If you had to, you rather live without music and still have laughter

You rather be screwed over than screw someone else over

First of all, let me clarify a few of my answers.
  1. I think fishnets are trashy- but never said that's a bad thing.
  2. I prefer a good meal and then a good nap- but that wasn't an option.
  3. Typos on these internet quizzes drive me nuts.
  4. I used think "normal" was boring- just as boring as "cute".

Which leads me to my story...

When I was twenty-five, I was a divorced, single mother of two. A Brownie troop leader by day, a waitress/bartender by night- a girl who was trying to reclaim her lost youth every other weekend, while her ex had the littles. And to hear everyone I met tell it, I was "cute". I dislike that word. Well, when it was being used to describe my feeling-older-by-the-minute 25 year old self, I did. So what did I (a 75% "normal" person) do? Apparently, what the other 25% of people would... I dyed my hair bleach blond and got a very sexy armband tattoo. It worked. For months, I was "hot". I have never gotten as much attention from strangers as I did in those few months that followed. Seriously, having lived both sides- blondes do have more fun. Guys tripped over themselves to hold doors for me at stores, buy me a drink, dance with me (well ask to at least). So why aren't I some used up party queen blogging about her lost panties? I got being a rebel out of my system by finding John. He was the guy I didn't know I was looking for. He did things like use my name when speaking to me, remember the things I had talked about the last time we were in the same company, ask me questions and listen to my answers. Normal things- I just didn't know it yet. It took a long time for me to trust in him, to trust in "normal" (and a lot of bottles of brown dye to finally get my hair back to normal as well)- but in the end, it was well worth it. I have the most extraordinary ordinary life! Thank you John, for being "normal", for believing that I was "normal" too, and for having the patience to give me the time I needed to believe it.

"God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you." -Rascal Flatts


mamabear said...

I went through that stage too, in a little bit different way though. I was the life of the party, and everybody loved me. Sooner or later it all came crashing down, and I had to get back to "normal".
It was a long road back though.
I still haven't given up the dream of getting a tattoo though.
(hmmm for some reason I like the word "though" today)

Monkey Giggles said...

believe it or not I am so not normal.

Erin said...

what a great story, I loved learning more about you :)

Chris H said...

Hi there chick, thanks for visiting my blog.... and you must be a cool chick cos you love diet coke just like I do... and you have 4 daughters too... I have 3 plus raising a granddaughter... (oh and 3 sons and raising a grandson) yeah. I'm just LUCKY. lol

pjmomof3boys said...

Isn't it amazing how life (or God, as I believe) gives us what we didn't even know we wanted?

Love reading about your amazing life! I'm so glad you commented on my blog, and I cannot wait to dive into yours!!


Ann(ie) said...

I love that story!! I also got it out of my system and found my ubernormal hubby Mateo. He's cool with me being only 50% normal. ;)

We are THAT Family said...

I enjoyed reading about you. Thanks for leaving a comment the other day-meant a lot to me.

I'm off to enter your contest!

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Everybody has a past . . . no matter how mainstream we appear now.

How on earth does NOT checking my horoscope make me not normal?

CC said...

Great story!

I scored 55%.

Jules said...

"So why aren't I some used up party queen blogging about her lost panties?"

BWAhahaha!! I love that line! :)

I am glad you met John when you did. He sounds like just what you needed at just the right time in your life.

And if you hadn't met him, then we would all be reading about your newest hair color and your latest sexcapade. And the hot pink panties that were left in the corner pocket under the eight ball.

Yep, we're all glad you met John when you did! :)

gina said...

jenn- I don't check mine daily either- that must be my 25% unnormal. :)

jules-ROTFL- when you put it that way I'm glad I met John when I did too. :)ps. I think this is the second time in less then 6 mos. you've made me spray diet coke out of my mouth. I have to be careful about taking a sip when I see your pic. ;)

list mama said...

That is a beautiful story! Finding love can truly be a life-changing adventure. I never would have lived overseas by myself, but with the support of my husband, we spent almost a year and a half living and working in Poland.


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