Jan, Mom, Lady J, Me!

In the words of that infamous sailor, Popeye...."I yam who I yam and that's all that I yam." Sort of. With a few more complexities than when to eat my spinach, how to deal with the Oyl sisters and whether or not I'm going to be threatened any minute by some oversized neanderthal bully with no manners. And where the heck did this Swee'pea tyke come from anywho? And how did I get off on a Popeye subject to begin with?Soooo....what does any of that have to do about me? I dunno. I think basically what you see is what you get. No facades, no games.I am a wife and a lover, a daughter and a mother. A friend and a confidante, a delight to some and probably a pain in the butt to others. I am delighted and overjoyed that I am very much like my own Mom, something many women would dread being, methinks. I love a simple life with simple pleasures. Lightening storms entertain me more than television and I still get excited when I see a rainbow.Sometimes I think I'm a loner, preferring my own thoughts and quiet time to that of crowds and big parties. I guess I've been there and done all that. Growing up in the 60's and 70's in the San Francisco Bay Area, gives one many "entertainment options" and I definitely survived my share. Hey, it's not that I don't like to get out now and then. I do! And I can dress up as well as I can dress down. I feel as comfortable in a formal ball gown and makeup as I do my raggedy ripped up blue jeans with dirt on my face.I prefer the wide open spaces and will gladly dig in the dirt in my yard for hours on end instead of showing up at some office, meeting the deadlines of the corporate world and making sure their bottom line looks fabulous.My family and my extended family of friends are now my reason for.... just about everything. They are the life that pumps through my veins, they are the voices that turn words into song, they are the light that comes with each new day and my prayer at night for another tomorrow with them.