This is part 2 - part 1 was written last year in response to Owlhaven's challenge!

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I am the baby born inthe north of Spain to older parents who had dreamed of a family of 4, but were pleased to have 2 blue eyes blond girls to fill their days with!

             Who liked to wear fancy pants on her head and learned to walk at 6 months.

I am the child who played hide and seek and house and school (during the summer)
Who loved “sa” and ducky and plastic spoons
Who stored a pink patchwork elephant in my treasure box
Who dreamed of being a nurse, teacher, and a mom and never thought she would leave home.

I am the teenager who was awkward, never in fashion and marched in the band

Who wore skin tight palmetto jeans and socks to match her sweater and loved Depeche Mode and hated the perfect cheerleaders
Who dated a freshman (as a senior)and then dumped him for the school loser
Who dreamed of finding a boy to love her for all her quirks and knew she would leave this awful little town.

I am the woman who left the warmth of home shortly after college to live on her own and prove that she could.
Who loves using my hands to be creative and living every day to the fullest and staying happy.

I am the woman who loves to laugh and goes crazy if I have to deal with the stupid people.
and whose moments of perfect bliss come when I snuggle with my hubby
I am the software engineer who loves being a potter and avoids driving in the snow even though she grew up back east and who wants to meet that new and dear friend that will make her life complete

I am the woman who tells it like it is and makes people laugh and is actually a shy person
I am the person who gets deeply hurt when someone lets me down and then usually buries the pain
I am the woman who still loves her teddy bear and her daddy, but never forgot all the boys that broke her heart
Who still longs to learn to forgive with ease, be a better person and know my limitations
I am the person who dreams of finding where I need to be and what I should be doing and is grateful for the love of a wonderful man who puts up with my insanity, funks, and silliness
and who hopes to find that place where I need to be doing what I should be doing and that will bring me great joy and joy to those around me!

Eric Eisenturd

This is an embarrassing episode from junior high school and some of what gave me my intensely morbid sense of humor!

There was a short little boy with dark hair and lovely olive complexion. He was in my classes in 7^th grade. I really liked him. He paid attention to me, we chatted, he was cute.  I unfortunately was not cute. I had no style to my hair. I wore it in a pony tail that went to my butt. Scott Tuxberry used to make fun of me by pulling his hair back…  I had braces. I was shy.  Sigh….

One day Eric came to school with a cast. He broke his arm – I don’t recall how any more, but he had a cast.  I was sooo in love with Eric Eisenturd.  One day we ended up at the trash cans at lunch at the same time. I helped him throw away his trash. He said thanks, and smiled. Twinkles in my eyes, my day was made.

That now became my mission. When I saw him head for the trash can, I would as well.

One day things changed.  I returned from helping my dream man throw away his trash and one of my friends – Maria maybe? – whispers – I heard Eric tell his friends to watch when he went to throw away his tray.

I was crushed. My cute little helpless beautiful boy had set me up.

My day was ruined and so were further lunches and my dreams of getting my first kiss, holding hands, having someone to dance with at the dances…  

I no longer was in love with Eric Eisenturd. One does not rub one’s face in infatuation or charity. Thus started my sharp wit, intense sense of humor and low tolerance of stupid people.  Gotta protect yourself somehow.

From then on, he was dubbed Eric Eisenturd.  I think that might be been a creation of my sister’s. She’s good at consoling me and making up punishments for evil little boys!

Below is a poem for a contest I found here.  I was cruising through Friday Feasts and found the owner of the contest and decided to give it a try! It seemed an interesting topic and something to keep the brain engaged!

The hubby decided to try the topic but not the template!

Here is my - I am From:

I am from white frilly under pants, from Tang and Jello.

I am from the big white house in the middle of the street.

I am from the magnolia tree, the holly bush and the stone patio out back.

I am from stockings on Christmas morning , and a table that always had an extra chair, from Mary and Bill and Melissa. 

I am from dinner at 5pm and parents who let me try anything .

From “Ask you mother” and “Don’t make me tell you again” 

I am from Sunday mornings in the basement of the church where the minute men once met.

I am from northern coast of Spain, hot wings and chicken things. 

From the Grandfather who built my big white house in the middle of the street, the one who brought me rhubarb and raspberries, from the Grandfather who came through Elise Island and lost his given surname. 

I am from stiff bindings and cracking glue within long black albums stored away. Black and white and color photos showing white haired children with big blue eyes.