Opening Statement re: Tumultous & relativity :)

Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1) - tu·mul·tu·ous:

Show Spelled Pronunciation[too-muhl-choo-uhs]–adjective
1. full of tumult or riotousness; marked by disturbance and uproar: a tumultuous celebration. (okay, yeah...thas right - 'marked by disturbance and uproar' ... go on, go on...)
2. raising a great clatter and commotion; disorderly or noisy: a tumultuous crowd of students. (oh, boy yeah, this one too...a group of 8 or 9 13-14 year olds makes a 'crowd of students - too muhl choo uhs students...; and? and?)
3. highly agitated, as the mind or emotions; distraught; turbulent. (HIGHLY AGITATED. Yes, that would be me. Distraught? Turbulent? LOL yeah, those too...)
[Origin: 1540–50; (i feel like I'm at least 468 years old when the too muhl choo's are around!!)< style="FONT-VARIANT: small-caps" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=tumult" minmax_bound="true">tumult + -ōsus -ous] —Related forms
tu·mul·tu·ous·ly, adverb
tu·mul·tu·ous·ness, noun

Uh, yeah, HI! I'm Teri and this is going to be the beginning of my blogging career.

It will not be the beginning of my too muhl choo uhs life - (funny how that word also looks alot like TOO MUCH OF US? or TOO MUCH CHOOSE US??? This was a PERFECT WORD to describe my life. Tumultuous.

Wouldn't trade a little "t" for it either.

So, other than naming my blogsite, I'll drop a few words about me and stop here. I'm getting old and 12-15 hours behind a computer doesn't work well anymore with my eyes.

48 year old single mom. Current children at home - one very feisty, beautiful, smart, headstrong, 14 year old daughter named ... oh wait...what's today?? Today I believe she's normal T-O-R-I. (Short for Victoria). Yesterday she wanted to add an 'i' to the end. Yep two "ii's". Hm. Anyway, last year at school it was full fledged outright "Victoria". You see where I'm going with this right? N E WAY, Tori is my girl. My delightful, argumentative, scares-the-crap-out-of me

G I R L.

Oh yes. I am also the very proud mom of two grown men. Well almost. Jr. is 25 and Chris, 22.

They can also add to my too-muhl-choo-uhs-nous.

Just not always everyday.

What momma don't know won't hurt her. :)

Like everyone, I work, shop, play, cry, pay bills and sell my soul for a gallon of gas.

I am by no means, something special.

But

I am, like my daughter, strong

a survivor

a life-lover

full of wants and needs for more of this

tumultous life.

Could you grab some coffee and let's talk more about it?

I'd love to hear from all of you...