Welcome to JabberHouse!
My name is Alyson and I live in Kennesaw, Georgia.
I am married to a tall, fabulous, bearded man who has surely added an extra 5 years to my life with the many laughs he provides. His humor nourishes me, his kindness teaches me, and I am madly in love.
I have 3 kids spread out all over the age grid, making me feel old and young at the same time. I’m madly in love with them too.
These people are my world. All my friends and family are my world.
My oldest daughter recently graduated college and is a newlywed (feeling old here). My middle child is in her first year at college (still feeling old here).
And my youngest is an 11-year old boy whose purpose in life seems to be to show me how sons are different than daughters. It’s a stretch to say he makes me feel young, but let’s just go with it to complete the above statement.
My mom-ness has made me an efficiency expert, a planner of parties, a queen of coordination, and organizer of all things needing organized.
I may have sucked at breast feeding and potty training, but dammit I can bake some awesome cookies, do 4 loads of laundry in the morning, run 13 errands in the afternoon, and still take my kid to the park and put dinner on the grill.
I’ve been a mostly stay-at-home mom which makes me qualified for everything and nothing, all at the same time. You know what I mean.
I do it all. And I mean “all.” I get things done.
I added in a few part time jobs, and an in-home dog-boarding business along the way, and after decades of kids, jobs, and the grand chaos of life, here I am. I’m still a work in progress.
So why am I starting a blog?
I wish I could tell you with definitiveness why exactly I’m blogging, but I can’t. I’m just going with it.
Truthfully, I like to write.
I’ve been inspired by a family Christmas game having to do with bucket lists (more on this later), and I’m inspired by the aging journey that makes you care less what other people think the older you get.
My brain juices are also mildly stirred by Ernest Hemingway. Don’t judge me. Not everything is so literal. There’s something to be said for lubricated thoughts. It’s merely a jumping off point.
My bucket list has all the usual grandiose ideas of worldly travel and far-fetched items requiring the kind of money that grows on trees, but the one thing on there that I CAN do right now is “write.”
That I can do. So I’m giving it a shot.
I have started a book in my head about 9 times over the last dozen years. Started and stopped. Started and stopped.
Somehow between errands at Stuff-mart, changing diapers, and cleaning toilets I’ve never managed to find enough time and energy to create anything with consistency.
But I think I probably need to create something. To write something.
Stephen Tyler of Aerosmith titled his recent biography something I could’ve used. It’s called, “Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?”
Too bad he beat me to it. Cause I totally get it. That’s a title I could’ve used.
While I’m certain I have zero in common with Mr. Tyler, I do know what it’s like to feel like you have “noise” in your head.
It’s that little voice (the good kind) that talks to you, occasionally nags, and never seems to go away.
It tries and tries to get your attention, to make you take that first step.
It’s telling you to do that thing you KNOW you’re supposed to do, but you ignore it for whatever reason….not enough time, fear of failure, costs too much, whatever.
Well I have a crazy noise in my head of sentences, and paragraphs, and half-done chapters of randomness….all this life stuff that for some reason needs to be written down.
There are times “it” yearns to come out, and other times I manage to just stuff it back down, not quite feeling capable of creating something worthwhile.
And why would anybody have any interest in anything I have to say? It’s just me.
But it’s a chance to express myself. Uninterrupted.
I believe in the journey. I believe in self-expression. The transparency part is difficult, but that’s what the wine is for. See? Ernest knew what he was talking about.
Really, the noise in my head can be deafening, so I’m ready to let it out.
If you can find a few truths, a chuckle or two, and maybe some random cool stuff in here somewhere, then come along for the ride. I’m not sure where it’s going, but isn’t it “the getting there” that’s half the fun?
Here are some random things about me to help you get to know me better…
- Let’s start with those dots on the end of that line I just wrote. I love a good ellipsis!
- I’ve reached the age where I get in the car to drive somewhere, and I’m leaving my neighborhood, and I have to stop and think, “now where was I going?”
- #2 also happens at home. I can walk into a room and not remember what I went there for. Ugh, again.
- I spent all of age 42 getting pregnant and having a baby. On my 43rd birthday I had a 2 month old baby.
- I’m a coupon dropout when it comes to grocery store coupons.
- I went to Clemson University.
- I took piano lessons for 9 years and now only play Christmas songs. Sorry, Mom and Dad.
- I was born in 1963 in Atlanta, Georgia.
- My husband is 5 years younger than me, and we were born in the exact same hospital.
- I embraced my age- and hormone-induced curly-ish hair in my 40s and stopped trying to straighten it.
- If it’s not chocolate it’s not worth the calories. See the exception at #20.
- I had a dog named Rebel and a cat named Dixie when I was little. Not at the same time.
- I met my husband playing tennis.
- My oldest child has already graduated college, and gotten married.
- I played tennis in high school and was voted Most Improved Player.
- I’m mostly a people pleaser. It’s hard to quit.
- I didn’t drink alcohol for 6 ½ years in support of my first husband’s sobriety.
- I loathe inefficiency.
- I was raised with sarcasm, and I go there every day.
- I’ve been swayed to the Salted Caramel fan club, and oh my, is that Haagen Dazs Salted Caramel Core ice cream to die for.
- I believe “on time” means being there a solid 5 minutes early.
- I have beer taste on a beer budget. If we had more money I could be persuaded to have champagne taste. Practicality lives in those who pay the bills.
- I’m too practical for my husband.
- Anti-stuff is a new movement I’ve joined. I’m tired of STUFF.
- Many of my memories are vague. So much so that I think there’s something wrong with my neuron firing abilities. My family and friends tell me things about my life I don’t remember.
- I’ve never smoked pot.
- I’m a rule follower. That’s the reason for #26.
- I’m afraid of horses.
- I started a dog boarding business and at one point had 7 golden retrievers in my house at one time. One of them was mine.
- I loved Gilligan’s Island and Gunsmoke.
- I would love to be a professional writer.
- I love being organized. My husband is not an organizer, and no matter how many times I tell him where something goes, his mind can’t retain that type of info. He doesn’t understand everything has a place and that yes, there is a mustard shelf.
- I’m an idea person and problem-solver.
- I took Spanish for 6 years and Italian for 2 and can’t speak either one.
- My parents have been married for almost 59 years.
- I love pizza.
- I’m the griller in our family.
- I know black is the absence of color, but it’s my favorite color.
- My sister is a glass artist.
- I’m related to Benjamin Franklin.
- I could never home school my children.
- I was kissed on the lips by Harry Chapin.
- I was kissed on the knee by Mel Fisher the treasure hunter in Key West.
- I’ve broken my left wrist twice.
- Both of my daughters played volleyball.
- I love planning parties.
- I feel overwhelmed every day with everything there is to do.
- My new dream might be to have a maid some day.
- I love going to the movies and always have.
- I used to own a t-shirt that said “Jive Turkey” in glitter writing.
- I don’t believe in the food pyramid.
- I find it therapeutic to throw stuff away.
- I was once a garage sale junkie. I’m sort of cured, but only because I can’t find the time to go to them anymore.
- I prefer female doctors.
- I get emotionally involved in music lyrics.
- I used to be the craft lady at church, but avoided crafts with glitter or wet glue. I hate glitter. I think all parents secretly do.
- If I had money I’d probably go to a chiropractor every week.
- In my next life I’m going to be skinny.
- My first husband divorced me.
- Divorce is hard on the soul.
- My sister and I have a secret pact that we will believe each other if anything super natural ever happens to either one of us.
- I think everybody should live alone at least once.
- I love to travel.
- I have an anti-bucket list.
- I wrote poems in high school and still have them.
- I don’t have any friends from before age 25.
- My right kidney functions at 19%.
- I love Cat Stevens’ music.
- I blast the radio in my car when I’m alone and sing to myself.
- I’m not a fan of kid sleepovers.
- I’ve been wearing glasses or contacts for 43 years.
- I can’t keep up. You name it. I can’t keep up.
- I didn’t have a computer until I was 38.
- I had a TIA in 1999.
- I know how to drive a stick shift and change a tire.
- I believe a list like this should take the place of a job application.
- I love lists.