So let me introduce myself. My name is Kendra, my job is wife, mommy (and everything that goes with the first two,) I am an independent distributor of a jewelry business, and now a blogger. In other words, a stay-at-home-mom who’s trying to help daddy make ends meet.
As far as mediocrity goes, I was a straight C student in school. Not that I was lacking the intelligence, more that I just had better stuff to do than homework. I much preferred daydreaming or reading Stephen King novels and stashing them under my bed as I heard my mom’s footsteps approaching. Hubby and I have managed to repair our post-college, newlywed-dashed credit and claw our way up to a solid middle class. We met and married while attending college, but I never managed to finish a degree. I was envious of hubby because he knew what profession he wanted to be in since freshman year of high school, lucky bum. I thought about cytology but found that those jobs are disappearing at a jackrabbit’s pace, plus my aunt is losing her eyesight from looking into a microscope for 37 years. Then I tried my hand at nursing, but I couldn’t get through the chemistry requirements. Well, maybe I could have if I hadn’t treated college as the most awesome (and expensive) party EVER! After recovering from the disaster I made of NMU and maturing a little, I attempted an associates degree. But, here again, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. All I knew was that after being a home health aid for 6 years, (about as low on the totem pole as you can get in the health care occupation,) I wanted to do something where I didn’t have a large amount of direct physical contact with people. I may have been possibly experiencing some burn out at the time. I attempted the coursework for becoming a CPA, *snore* not for me. Then I switched over to computer information systems but couldn’t get through the programming courses. I have decided that if I found something I was truly passionate about, I’d go for the degree and have the drive to stick with it. Still looking-haha!
I’ve been called a “supermom” once or twice because of my cute homemade preschool snacks, but NO, mediocre mom at best. I spent 5 hours on the hibiscus cookies that were decorated with colorful royal frosting because I enjoy the artwork, it’s zen-time for me. And before you get this picture of a 5-year-old in one of his daddy’s old t-shirts helping stir the batter, I’ll admit that I baked them while he was sleeping and decorated them during his school day. The 17-month-old just wandered around keeping herself busy, occasionally stopping and looking at the PBS cartoons that are perpetually on at our house. In my defense, I was supposed to have a sitter to help out while I embarked on my project, but she had to cancel. Yeah, Not a supermom!
You’ve heard the expression “Jack of all trades” [master of none]… well that’s me. My cakes and cookies are cute, I get an” A” for effort anyways. My artwork’s so-so. My cooking is pretty good, but I’ve had some doozy’s go on the “never attempt again” list. (Who knew that okra could turn a pot of gumbo into aloe consistency slime?) I do not keep a filthy house, nor am I able to keep a clean house. My garden is organic, but weedy. I honestly am not berating myself, nor am I attempting to garner compliments or accolades, I’m just letting you know who’s writing. I’ve always been the type to wear my emotions on my sleeve, and I’m an unabashed tell-all type of gal. I find humor in my failings and have the ability to laugh at myself, and I invite you to laugh with me too.