True, Raw, Uncensored, and Witty Facts About Me

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Let’s Start at the Beginning

I have been blogging for 5 months and it has opened a door to a world I never knew existed and it really is so incredible!  I needed this world way more than I could have ever imagined. I have discovered this year that I love writing and blogging more than I ever thought I could love anything.

It came to be because I have a lot to say and I’ve had a lot of experiences good and bad. Being a stay at home mom in the company of kids all day doesn’t allow the opportunity to express yourself in the ways you need to.  Hence, North Fourth Street was born.

How the Blog got its Name

When I was first starting out in this world I lived with my mom in my grandparent’s house. My grandma continued to live in this house long after me and my mom did and long after my grandpa passed away in the ’80s.

Out of all the places I have lived in my life, my grandma’s house is the place that has always felt like home to me.  It was a safe place and a place of belonging.  My grandma and I were very close, she was my advocate and my confidant!

My grandma passed away in December.

Although this wasn’t the house she lived in during her later years of life, it is still a place that brings back decades of fond memories.  This is a place that goes with me wherever I go.

I named this blog as a tribute to her and also as a metaphor for what my blog is about.  A place to feel you can belong and be related to.  A place that when you leave you are renewed and inspired.  Just like where that big old green-sided covered house on the hill sits on North Fourth Street.

Random Facts and Current Obsessions

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• I have an incredibly hard time faking my feelings. I mean I can do it but I don’t like to.

• I hate to measure ingredients when cooking or baking. Seems like too many steps. Winging it has never done me wrong.
• I never knew I was pregnant with my babies until 12 weeks with my son and 20 weeks with my daughter (thanks PCOS)!
• I have a 14-year-old son and a 20-MONTH-old daughter.
• I love listening to the quick, clever, intense rhythmic language of slam poetry.
• I have an obsession with Tik Tok, some people still know it as Musically it is a good way to unwind, be entertained and laugh while other’s show off their lip-syncing skills. I, however, do not make them, I’m too chicken.
• I collect quotes. From movies, song lyrics, regular people, books, actors, musicians, and poems. You name it if I am inspired by it, I make note. I am realizing that may just be a common trait with all of us who like to write.
• I love words. And the power of a good quote can have such an impact on our perspective, how we feel and encourage us.
• Ted Talks are life!
• Brene Brown is a genius!
• I can never get enough of music, all music. Going to concerts is my favorite thing to do…. ever of all time.
• I have consistently watched episodes of the Gilmore Girls every week for over a decade.
• I hate calls and prefer to text. But yet don’t understand why people don’t value a text as a form of communication. If I text you and you never respond back that is the same thing as staring blank-faced and ignoring a person talking to you in a conversation. Rude!
• I’m a huge romantic. Love the idea of love. Relationships……that’s harder.
• I think Mr. Rogers was possibly one of the best people to ever exist.
• It astounds me that there are so many people that can work in the medical field!  I worked at a hospital as a monitor tech behind a desk for a half of a day and the first sign of a sickly patient I was done. Never came back after lunch.  I can’t handle the critically ill.  It’s too scary.  Sorry! Not sorry!
• I just can’t do sickness; it makes me a nervous wreck! That includes when my kids get sick.  I envision the worst and have to seriously talk myself down from a full-on panic attack. And the “C” word (cancer) sends me completely over the edge. I know this makes me a hypochondriac and I’m not proud of it. It’s not rational, I know. I’m a work in progress on this issue.

The Struggle is Real

I think if I could pick one verb to describe me it would be “struggle”. I have ridden the struggle bus way too many times. I must like it here because I can’t seem to find a way off of it most the time. 

It just means God is hardcore about building my character…. right?  That’s what I choose to believe anyway.

The only reason I have anything or have gotten through anything in my life is because God got me through it.

I’ve had a hard past (leaving home at 17 will do that to a person) and a difficult present and am oh so hopeful for the future.

My Dreams

I am currently working on my autobiography.  Getting it published before 2021 would be AHHHMAZING, that’s my goal!

And if I’m really reaching for the stars here; I would love to write a book that turned into a movie. I spend way too much time daydreaming about which actors would play who and what songs I would use, right down to the entire scene.

Another daydream I have is to produce music videos AND put the soundtrack to movies.

If I could find a way to tie all these wonderful dreams into together, I would be golden!

On a Serious Note

There are two main areas of my life that get the most attention from me, besides God of course (that’s just a given).

The first is my kids.

Being the primary caregiver to my kids is extremely important to me and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I am one of those people that have very early memories.  Which sometimes can be a blessing because I can remember good things like when my grandpa was still alive, but also sometimes a curse because you remember all the devasting things too.

I can remember being in a multitude of daycares as a kid and hating every single one. That is one of the bad things about having early memories. You can remember how emotional or distraught you felt, how what would seem like no big deal to an adult is catastrophic as a young kid.  And being dropped off at an in-home daycare or a daycare center felt like isolation to me. Not knowing when you would see your mom again and the feeling of knowing that you are just another head to count never sat well with me.

I realize not all kids feel like this, thank God, but it has made me realize that I if I can help it, I really don’t want to put my kids through that.

I sympathize with kids a lot.  They get tossed around in a world of confusion and have to be so resilient. I think often about how kids don’t ask to be here and they don’t get to pick their lives or families. Especially with the horror stories you hear on the news sometimes. 

I guess because of this reason, I relate to Mr. Rogers and feel strongly about kids having advocates in this world.  They are our future and how they are raised depends greatly on the outcome of their lives and those around them. They are worth the investment of time, love and energy.

The second most important issue to me is mental health.

Because life can’t always be ideal and I’ve had many setbacks throughout my life, combined with being an introvert and an empath I wear my heart on my sleeve. This has resulted in me developing a lovely array of mental health issues. I am all too familiar with panic and depression especially.  That has led me on my own mission to get to the bottom of how to resolve and work through past issues.  I know it is a Godsend when mothers come across other mothers that can relate to these issues.  The feeling of not being alone in any battle is so critically important, and that is the only reason I do not hesitate to be so open about this area of my life.

So that is it!  Me in a twisted, weird, enlightening nutshell.  I hope you find something relatable on North Fourth Street, and please reach out if you do.  I would LOVE to have you as a subscriber.

I’m so glad you’re here!