just life.

I try to paint an honest picture of myself here.  But I'm not sure if you saw me out in public grabbing my sister inappropriately you would recogize that kind of behavior.  If you know me, you would. 

If you don't--now you do.

 I'm not sure if you saw me standing in my front yard with my night gown on, screaming at the redheads like we live on a 23 acre farm you would feel comfortable with that.  But it happens. 

It's real.

 Some days there is nothing serious that comes out of my mouth at all.  And I'm surrounded by people who either join me in the idiotic conversations and songs {thanks rache} or by people who laugh at me like I'm the funniest person they know. {thanks jeni.}

By the way, Jeni and I have this loud laugh that later turns into a silent laugh.  It's quite hysterical when we are alone  but even more funny when we are with one another. 

 It gets a little awkward sometimes.  Rachel & Jeni hate awkward. 

I live for it.

 I'm almost positive that if you don't know me, you wouldn't recognize my ridiculous, inappropriate, often insane behavior.  You might not be amused with my antics and loud aggression. 

But there is a freedom in my insanity. 

 I can't hold back the urge to sing loudly, honk at a stranger, mutter something annoying, dance wildly or do something completely out of the spectrum of normal.

There are moments when this mechanism saves me.  I can cope with life in all of it's goods and bads because God gave me the gift of laughter and humor.  I enjoy anything and everything that is funny.  I can make almost anything funny.  It's not so serious, after all.

It's just life.