I am the third girl in my family and it's fair to say my parents fully expected me to be a boy... Doctors word and everything. (I guess sonograms were fuzzy in the 80's?!). No matter! A few reassuring comments later (a la "she won't remember her nursery was built for a boy or the fact that her receiving blanket is blue"), they were happy to have me! As I became more mobile in my toddler years, I was a bit different than my two older pink-and-princess-loving sisters-- I liked to tackle, destroy, and wreak havoc on everything and anything in my path. The Jaws theme song, play it in your head, became something like my theme song-- a warning sign for destruction. My mom would sing the tune (dun nun, dun nun...) as I left the kitchen on my hell-raising path for my sisters wooden block castle in the playroom, or as I escaped the bathtub and was now "loose" running down the hall in my sopping wet birthday suit. I was Jaws, but the name got "cuter" by making it "Jawsie." Sound strange? You'll get used to it. My sisters would scream, assume knight-like positions, and box me out, protecting their precious world. I learned to be quick, sneaky, and a little bit naughty just to get around their defense. And here I am today.
I like to think that I've grown into the name. I'm a fighter, though not of the physical variety, and my determination has gotten me to a great "place" in my mid-twenties. I work hard, play hard, fail hard, and always, always dream big. My experiences pushing my way through barriers and past so-called limits have allowed me to find myself. This blog is a showcase of that person; a bite out of my life shared in bits and pieces. Hence the title.
Oh, and my parents finally got a boy. It just took another try!
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p.s. Edited by demand, I have included this video, which is completely gratuitous...