…you’d know that my life revolves around Paul, the girls and Bella. They are everything to me.
You’d know that I’m terrified of cats. I am not a cat person, nor will I ever be.
You’d know that asking me to keep something private usually means Paul will know, unless you specifically ask me not to tell him.
You’d know that I don’t believe everyone has good in them because people with even an ounce of goodness in their hearts don’t go around shooting innocent people in movie theaters, or sexually abusing children.
You’d know that I absolutely love living on the Peninsula. I honestly think it’s the best part of the SF Bay Area.
You’d know that the thought of drinking straight cow milk repulses me. Another species breast milk? Really? But give me a bowl of ice cream and I won’t complain. It’s totally not the same thing.
You’d know that I’d love nothing more than to continue being a stay-at-home mom and home school the girls.
You’d know that I live my life in fear. Fear that something terrible might happen to my kids. We live in a crazy and scary world, and after the Aurora shootings, that is evident now more than ever.
You’d know that I don’t care to hear about people I don’t like, whether they’re family or not. I’d much rather focus on the things I love than bash the things I hate.
You’d know that I have a hard time communicating my feelings. I grew up in a house where everyone yelled at each other and rarely spoke in a normal voice.
You’d know that I randomly quote movies in everyday conversation, and often think of my sister when I do so. She gets me.
You’d know that my interests change constantly, so the fact that I’ve kept this blog for nearly two years is a big deal.
You’d know that while I long for a third child, the thought of having to care for a newborn/infant totally kills it for me. I’m just not a baby person.
You’d know that I think of Bella as my daughter and not “just a dog”, so hearing any negative remarks about her stings me.
You’d know that I’m a procrastinator. I wait til the last minute for everything.
You’d know that I absolutely hate when people use the word “retard”. Just typing it out makes me cringe. I have a younger brother who is developmentally delayed and I find it highly offensive that anyone would think it’s okay to use that word.
You’d know that I’m not as quiet or reserved as people think I am. And if you think I am, it’s safe to say that I’m not completely comfortable around you.
You’d know that I hate being called “Lei” by people who don’t know me well.
And if you really knew me, you could call me “Lei” and I wouldn’t get annoyed.
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