My name is Joanie, I’m 47. I’ve been married to Regi (who is one hell of a drummer) for 25 years. He was the drummer in a band with my twin brother who was the guitarist. His curly-permed mullet, the earring, leather-fringed coat (all the rage in the 90’s) sitting behind his drumset had me in love at first sight. He’s still sexy behind a drumset even if it is in the church praise band. His mullet is gone (as is most of his hair) and he no longer wears the leather coat or earring. I miss the earring.
We had seven kiddos together. Christian who is 24, Sophie 22, Josh 19, Levi 13, Sawyer 11, Reagan who would have been 9, and Elli who is 7. We also have one wild child of a grandson, Emerson who just turned 4.
I tried to be the wonderful, loving, perfect mom and I was at first, but then something happened... They turned into eye-rolling teenagers. Now, I’m just a mom trying to raise decent human beings and made myself leave the ideals of trying to be the “perfect” mom behind.
I love my game nights with my family. Even though they try their hardest to make me mad and I start using “not so nice words” towards them. They all laugh hysterically when I get to that point. They’re jerks.
I enjoy spending time with my friends and even though I know they find me quite annoying, they still invite me to “girls nights.”
I never meet a stranger, make friends with anyone, talk too much, say inappropriate things, love tattoos, and I find the good in all things and people. I simply try to be nice and accepting.
I’m not confrontational. If I get upset, I won’t say anything to your face, I’m a good Christian woman and I’ll vent about you behind your back like no other.
I believe in God and heaven. I try to have faith even in the darkest of times (sometimes I fail). I’m a hot mess of a cussing, sinning Christian, but I do believe God loves me anyway.
Summer is my favorite season and I love those summer night sounds. I love music. Breaking Benjamin is one of my favorite bands. I sing all the time, but I’m not a good singer. I’m also one of those people that think they know the lyrics but don’t. That doesn’t stop me from belting out the song anyway.
Our son, Reagan, died when he was 10 weeks old. He died 17 days after having open-heart surgery. It was/is hard grieving him. His short life and death changed me, I pray for the better.
Last, but not least, I always return my shopping cart to the cart return. That’s just the kind of person I am.
This is a little about me and my crazy life with a big family and a dorky-cute hubby. I’m just trying to live this “not so perfect life” at my best.
Joanie is just a mom of 7 and can be reached and email@example.com