The Ugliest of Trolls

   America's favorite troll is at it again, and I do not mean the cute ones with blue frizzy hair that stands on end. I am talking about the woman who is so possessed with empty anger, rage, and decay that you cannot feel anything but pity for her. That is right, I am talking about Ann Coulter. If you have not read her gem of an article yet, here is a link to it. http://www.clarionledger.com/story/opinion/columnists/2014/06/25/coulter-growing-interest-soccer-sign-nations-moral-decay/11372137/
If I get a little "upset" while writing this, I have to apologize. You see I just spent the last hour and a half on me feet, cheering, clapping and in general willing USA to victory. Though we did not come out victorious, we did earn, and I mean EARN our spot to move one! YEAH! So I am more than slightly offended by this article. I am absolutely abhorred, more so than the fact that she is actually a syndicated columnist. Which I did not think was possible.
 
      She starts her incredible un-American rant by stating, "I've held off writing about soccer for a decade-" Great, because she clearly knows nothing about the sport, which is evident the more you read the column. It is also incredibly irrational and by her logic, then yes, anytime America gets behind its national team (of course except when it is Football, not a international sport anyway, basketball or baseball, the only 3 acceptable sports) competing in a world event it screams moral decay. Anytime you cheer on Tiger Woods, Michael Phelps and the hordes of American athletes who devote entire lives to representing their country with pride, you are contributing to the downfall of our society. If that is the case, then please, I will be in line first.
  
       As an athlete it is also clear this woman has probably never held a ball that was not old and wrinkly. If Ms. Coulter was ever an athlete then she would know that individual achievement is not why you compete. Individual achievement does not, will not, and never has won a team sport. I have proudly bled, sweat, cried and rejoiced with my teammates. THEY ARE MY MOST TREASURED MEMORIES. Not a single basket in a basketball game and not a single kill in a volleyball game. Though, since she expounds on individuality as crutch to protect her insecure nature when it comes to relationships with other human beings, again I have to have pity in that, she has probably never hugged her teammate after a clutch three pointer, never slapped hands so hard with her setter for stuffing a giant middle blocker. Never felt the magical shift in an intense game that starts to go your way because your teammate did something fabulous.

    In addition Ms. Coulter is incapable of parsing out anything positive in general about anything, she is the ultimate Debbie Downer. (She probably just needs a hug, can we start a campaign to raise money to pay someone to hug her?) But, more so she is wholly incapable of see the skill, beauty or cunning that is displayed in soccer. It is a sport where the biggest and baddest does not always win. Skill, wit, and drive out play the physicality, which in my opinion makes the game fantastic. Any brute can put on pads and slam each other over and over and over again until they are incapable of sadly completing a coherent sentence and drooling, which is not funny. They are killing themselves for our pleasure. What is so special about that? Oh of course, in her opinion it is the brutality. The injuries. In a woman whose dogmatic nature is going for the jugular and the weakest always first and foremost, of course that is what would appeal.

    Apparently, Ms. Coulter does not know that our team captain broke his nose in the first half of the first game. She is also unaware that they set the break on the field, he got up, spit out blood and has been playing ever since. Can we name a basketball player or baseball player that has done that lately? So apologies form the soccer world to Ms. Coulter if you do not fancy the game violent enough for your bad self. Not enough head trauma or compound fractures for her. It seems she would prefer the Roman Colosseum over any sport, and if that is the case then please, Ms. Coulter, you go first. Put your money where your mouth is. If you are too scared, then let me challenge you to a basketball game...one on one. No one in America has ever or will ever be force fed to watch soccer, furthermore. Anyone who is remotely interested in the sport actually knows how difficult it is to watch it. (I am not even going to get into the salaries and incarceration rates, or preposterous behavior of a majority our professional athletes)

     Of course Ms. Coulter has to turn the sport into something political. She mistakenly believes it is her wheelhouse. But, I do feel we can forgive this because, lets face it, her demagoguery has created a nice little niche market for her. Something along the lines of what Huey Long and Charles Manson were able to create, mindless followers who fed off negative filth. Ugly people only have ugly words. If one her biggest complaints is that is is foreign, then please, she needs to give up on her conservatism. Any good conservative knows the basic foundation was founded from the likes of Edmund Burke and he was foreign. Not to mention Ayn Rand...yep she was  RUSSIAN which means she was FOREIGN. Not to mention our good old Democratic government. Yep, a foreign idea as well.

   She ends her little ditty with a gem of a quote, "No American whose great-grandfather was born here is watching soccer." Ms. Coulter is false, totally false and pompous and 100% ignorant. (again why syndication??) I am as American as they come. I am also an athlete and here is what I can tell you, which is the truth. Again, I apologize because this is where I am going to get emotional. There was nothing more American than watching my American team fight. They fought from a bad position, from an underdog status. Nothing screams USA like overcoming the shit thrown at you and rising above it to succeed. Those 23 men, they exude what it means to be an American. Being able to watch some of my favorite players come home and fight with glory, defiance and pride for our country is something I more than cherish. I am American, and I am bursting with pride for Clint Dempsey, Tim Howard, Jermaine Jones, Fabian Johnson, Michael Bradley, Jozy Altidore, Aron Johannsson, Kyle Bekerman, Mix Diskerud, Chris Wondolowski, DaMarcus Beasely, DeAndre Yedlin, Graham Zusi, Omar Gonzalez, Geoff Cameron, Brad Davis, Timothy Chandler, Alejandro Bedyoa, Matt Besler, Brad Guzan, John Brooks, Julian Green, and Nick Rimando. If Ms. Coulter can not muster the goodwill to have respect then she should do what my mom always said, "If you can't say something nice, then DO NOT say anything at all." I am just gonna say....GO USA USA USA USA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Transcending #Blessed

      If you know me, the fact that I absolutely hate "#blessed" is not new. Aside from the fact it is a humble-brag in its most basic form, it is also the implication that a higher power chose you over countless billions to bestow some sort of greatness or a general good feeling. You are "oh so lucky" to have something others do not. In addition to this unfortunate trend, another thing that really grinds my gears (If I can take a page from Peter Griffin I will any day!) is the obsessive talk about diets, non-diets, work-outs and non-work-outers. You know the ones who either state, "OMG am totally going gluten free/vegan/paleo/clean eating, to lose weight and get healthy!" Or the, "Totally ran 6 miles, then did bikram yoga, now I can't wait to swim 5 miles. #Tri-athleteforever!" Then the ever present, "I totally love my body, why would I waste time working out when I can spend hours cuddling under a blanket fort with Jack and Jill!"
        
      What all this probably relates down to is every Tom, Dick, Harry and Sally feeling the need to update the world on every poo, snack, push-up or church service attended. Despite the fact that it also implies, in a passive-aggressive way that what you are doing is better than others, for me it goes deeper. I consider myself pretty reasonable and laid back. I eat what ever I want within reason. I work out, unless something fun comes up. I am not one to care what other people think of me, ahem, apparently after this blog that point is moot. But, what I am trying to sum up, is that we are so anxious about what we are doing and why we are doing it, it drives little ol' pragmatic me absolutely nuts. In not knowing why this was driving me nuts, per usual routine, I self-reflect on it. It has to be something wrong with me, I am the common denominator = Me as the problem. But then, as I read the greatest article written in a long time an idea struck me.

http://theweek.com/article/index/263639/i-went-undercover-to-find-out-why-people-do-crossfit

     You see, as someone who has always struggled to "fit into things" because I am rather large, physically and personality wise, I just stopped trying and started to count my #blessings for all that is good. It as been amazing. Part of doing that required me to figure out my general preferences in life and learning about what I believe and why. This might sound condescending, but part of doing that was realizing that the largess of our world transcends anything even remotely related to us. The little tiny human beings on a giant world, with billions of other tiny little human beings, making said giant world smaller by the day. Aside from the stark realization that our actions do in fact have a reaction that definitely effects others, in the grand scheme of things we are completely insignificant when we act alone. So why the anxiousness? Why no moderation?

      This my friends is what bothers me. You see I have a dirty little secret that I learned years ago from one of my favorite professors. When I say I transcend modern day politics, I truly transcend modern day politics. My confession is that the giant conservative streak that runs deep inside me desperately clings to moderation and tradition. Not in the sense that I actually believe gay marriage is bad, or that it is any of my business what my neighbor lady does with her who-ha. Totally socially liberal. It is my pragmatic nature that just wants people to chill out, just be. This could be my crippling inability to deal with other people's anxiety, but dudes....just chill out. Do what humans always do and survive.

    What I am saying, if you are lactose intolerant, just cut out dairy. No need to go full paleo. Clean eating? What the hell does that even mean? I hope you are washing your fruits and veggies, even they are organic. Is that what it is implying? Or folks, could it be someone branding a term to make money off you? How about we say, we are cooking the traditional way with whole ingredients, just like my mom or grandma used to do.We are so anxious to be on trend, on point that our anxiety seeps through our pours. If you furiously trying to obtain a beach body, awesome, but how many people are going to notice? How many strangers and why?  If you do not want a beach body, then go put on your swim suit and quite bitching about how free you are feeling about your post baby body. See above comments about the person who only eats chicken breasts and drinks water to obtain the beach body. Who is going to care? Why do we care about what strangers think anyways? I am going to drink my wine with another hunk of cheese on gasp! a french baguette, probably followed up by escargot soaked in butter.

     I swear on all that is holy, if  we can't just relax and accept we are in for a world of hurt. Happiness and acceptance comes through us. Not a specific workout your cousin Vinny told you to do. Not a diet touted to clear up every problem you have ever experienced. The world is best experienced through living and trying. Try everything once, do everything once. Do not let the anxiety of fads or trendy social ventures get to you. If wine gives you a headache, it is simple, just do not drink it. But damn girl, we can still go out for a margarita! (Or tea if guess if you do not drink) If you think someone is watching you, I guarantee they are not. Do not let insecurities rule your world and most of all instead of counting and displaying your blessings, be gracious and grateful. Just do not deprive yourselves of things that give you joy and do not rely on cheap gimmicks to ease your pain. I understand very clearly that the world gray, but there are something that are just black and white. The world is hard enough without us making it harder for ourselves.

Wow...I Can't Believe She Said That: Every Four Years....GO USA!!!

Wow...I Can't Believe She Said That: Every Four Years....GO USA!!!:       There are few things in life that we as a society are not forced to consume, be exposed to, or generally jammed down our throats. Poli...

Every Four Years....GO USA!!!

      There are few things in life that we as a society are not forced to consume, be exposed to, or generally jammed down our throats. Politics being one of the main offenders, our consumer culture and object of the ever present "15 Minutes of Fame." In our country Baseball lasts April to October (though I can't complain about that one), NBA from end of October until June, the NHL October through at least April, and the dreaded NFL (the one I actually despise) from August to January. I am not sure about NASCAR or Golf, but it seems they are on almost every weekend. Every four years we have the winter Olympics, the summer Olympics, the America's Cup, and the World Cup. For many of us, those moments are magical.
      In the Olympics, you have mostly amateur athletes who have dedicated their lives to a sport they will received little glory in, after the competition is over. It is a moment for America to stand with pride behind these individuals as they fight on in the name of honor for our country, the most important if only accolade they will receive. The America's Cup an event for rich people, attractive mostly to the few who understand the excitement, concepts, and intensity of sailboat racing. But the World Cup. The World Cup is the WORLDS foremost sporting event. Revered by soccer loving nations everywhere. Now if you are a soccer loving American, it is easy to follow your teams, leagues and favorite players with minimal effort, but you still have to make an effort. It is not like you can turn on Fox, NBC, ABC or even ESPN on a Sunday morning and see the La Liga or the Bundesliga. The MLS might be featured on your local station,  but if you live in Chicago and want to see the Seattle Sounders play LA Galaxy, you have to make an effort to make that happen. So, I am going to implore two simple things of you, my fellow Americans.
       First and foremost, these games are on ESPN, ESPN2, they are available channels on almost every television set in every bar in America. Like almost every other sporting fan in this nation, soccer fans love to watch their game with a cold beer in hand. Did I mention this only happens every four years?? So please just give us one television set with volume in your humble establishment. If our crowd outnumbers the space, give us two television sets and we will reward you in the form of payment for excessive beer drinking and an atmosphere of merriment, especially if our team is winning. Please, have mercy and patience for all of our cheers and shouts of,  "OOOHHHS!", "AHHHHHS!", "OOOOMMMMGGGS!" or "YYYEYEEEAAAHHH" and in general any loud noises we make because, this is the World Cup! We patiently wait through every NFL season listening to the same things. Please do not act offended or scared because we are making loud noises...This has been pent up for four years! You can catch the golf scores later, we can turn it to the baseball game at halftime so you get the highlights. This only happens every 4 years!!
        The second and final thing is to remember that we are Americans and unfortunately more partisan and nasty than ever. We have team and a pretty decent one this year. We are the nation of underdogs in this sport. The US loves an underdog, lets get behind these boys. They are unlike most professional athletes we are used to seeing. They don't make millions, very few have endorsement deals and the ones that do are not as lucrative as other sports or soccer players form around the world. These guys play for love of the sport and are representing our great country. This is the month that we show our appreciation for the great U.S.A! Lets get behind our boys!
          So please, when you are sitting there bashing soccer, just remember this is our one month out of four years. Please have pity on our lot as we embark on the one of the greatest months in our sporting repertoire. When you get "scared" by our random shouts of ecstasy or despair, just remember what it feels like when the Packers win or lose, or your emotional investment in the Chicago Blackhawks. Most of all, give our boys a shot. They play today at 5pm central standard time. They have worked hard and deserve for everyone to stop for a second and check them out. They play Ghana the team that knocked them out of the tournament 4 years ago. The game was ugly, brutal and the boys played their hearts out. Most importantly it is an opportunity for us citizens to get behind a team that can unite us again, if only for 90 minutes. No US politics in soccer. We are one country, one team! Go U.S.A!!!!!

Someone to always Remember

     Today Maya Angelou died. Not only was an American icon lost, but an incredible person who brought hope and courage to many will never pick up another pen or sooth an audience with the sound of her voice and sage wisdom. It is a sad, yet beautiful spring day full of abundance, re-birth, and conviction, similar to many of Ms. Angelou's works and quotes. Yet, the appearance of the sun cannot heal the mournful nature of the day alone, nor grasp the life so lived in fullness as hers. Maya Angelou is irreplaceable. Sadly, she was remained one of the last peaceful mentors of our world who could move seamlessly from one group of people to the next. She transcended politics, petty words and remained confident in the face of adversity. Most importantly, above all, she championed diversity.
    
   The definition of diversity, according to Merriam-Webster is as follows;

: the quality or state of having many different forms, types, ideas, etc.

: the state of having people who are different races or who have different cultures in a group or organization

     For Maya Angelou diversity was something to be embraced, "In diversity there is beauty and there is strength."  The profound empathy this single quote musters inside amazes me. It also saddens me. I am sad because we needed Maya Angelou to live forever. In a world so hounded by hate, vengeance and greed it has become something of an anomaly to have such a profound voice as hers. In a world where we find it impossible to forgive or accept, her calm demeanor will be sorely missed. Lastly, in a world where we find it so hard to put into words anything meaningful, positive, or loving about someone different, Maya Angelou's grace and intelligence desperately needs to be remembered. 

      In honor of  Ms. Angelou lets embrace diversity. Lets find it in our heart to accept different people, different ideas, and different things in general. Accept them for who they are, what they are, and what they represent. Lets figure out a way to work together again without anger and accept the challenge of coming to productive solutions. We are a country of diversity, we are a world of diversity. It is nothing to fear. When we fear the truth we close ourselves off from all the beauty that is around us. With news of this sad passing, with the loss of another great one, we will always remember her brightness.

I Am Woman Hear Me....Criticize That B***h In The Corner

   I am a girls girl. I love my ladies and have a hard time believing other women when they say, "I just do not get a long with most girls." That statement is usually followed up by a shot, a beer and a long hug, because, like I said, I just feel like that is not true. The more life, work, and just general experiences that come with time, increases my will to believe that that certain sentiment just cannot be true. Women have needed each other through the centuries and it is clear today is no different. Just because we have made some progress in our society, it is still abundantly obvious that women in our society are still not on the same level playing field as men. In light of the ouster of Jill Abramson, the executive editor of The New York Times, as a response to her demand for comparable wage to her predecessor, it serves as evidence at how little we have actually come.
    In my early through mid-twenties, I had a hard time believing that sexism actually existed. I found it laughable when I heard the media talk about it, or when other women discussed it. But, it was always there and still remains. When I think about sexisms prevalence it sadly just feels so ingrained into our society. So how can we overcome this, if we can ever overcome it? Where does the problem start and where can it end?
     Thinking about the origins of where we place women in our society, and around the world for that matter, without this becoming a discussion on religion, is clear. There have been women throughout history who have bravely battled the inherent nature of theocratic and dogmatic cowards who believed that a woman's only role was to do as man demands. The manifestation of these ideas are still practiced today. As a volleyball coach, I used to look across the gym at large tournaments, men dominated as coaches of the elite teams, just like in athletics everywhere, despite the teams being ladies teams, and that is not to say women are incapable of coaching men's teams. They are capable, it just as stated, we have trouble coaching out own teams. Now as involved as I am in the sailing world, I am forever flabbergasted at the anachronistic "boys clubs" so many racing programs perpetuate, from small to large boats. I will preface with the fact that I myself am not a great racer, but I know some phenomenal, accomplished female racers who are always over-looked for the important decision making positions (even though they are clearly the best sailor on the boat) or looked over all together purely because they are women. Usually, they are passed over for frumpy, nonathletic, out-of-shape good ol' boys who do not know the bow from their ass. But, the can tell dirty jokes, drink a beer, smoke a cigar, and they clearly know their place in the pecking order.
      What is really ironic, is looking back of some of previous jobs, men were always hired in undeserved positions or given undeserved promotions. Granted it was mostly in the construction field (though service industry definitely has its moments), a place where misogyny is applauded, I was in a better position, did more for my company and excelled, yet when I got together with my counterparts from different organizations, their salary was always higher than mine. Regardless of the fact that we were of similar age, experience, or responsibility level. I can totally empathize with how Jill Abramson, and all the other women out there feel. And what for? So incompetence can rule the day? But only if that incompetence comes in the form of a penis?
     Anther unhelpful sideshow to our lives is the behavior of women towards other women. Somewhere along the way, we got this idea that if we act like assholes to one another we can move up in the world, or something along those lines. So not we have 14 year old girls hitting each other in the heads with shovels, and Real Housewives of a Planet the does not Exist display the same behavior as dog packs trying to establish dominance. Women sabotaging other women's careers, relationships, or families has become common place. The world is a horrible place for women, yet some of our biggest oppressors are other women. Some of the lowest blows levelled against women are from other women, i.e, the ever present and nauseating Mommy Wars, the ever present and nauseating Religious Wars. The fact remains that we have unique opportunities to uplift one another in this world, yet too many times we are burying each other further below. For what? A brief moment of glory that will not last because what you did will also happen to you.
     Furthermore, violence against women, especially our young women is absolutely rampant and grotesque, with many of the perpetrators walking away with little more than a slap on the wrist. This should absolutely rile us up, yet many women resort to slut shaming and damning the victim. For this I have no words. It is unacceptable for a woman to have to put up with unwanted attention, molestation or assault, regardless of what she happens to be wearing or how much she has been drinkings. Period. We, women, need to be the first line of defense against this and we need to be the first make sure the ahole is punished accordingly despite their status as an athlete, musician, heir, or "artist."
    Sometimes, our lack of self-confidence seemingly fuels our need to lash out at other women or disconnect. We cannot let others define our sense of worth. Hollywood does not matter, the fashion industry does not matter, men do not matter. Our value as a person lies in how we treat others because in the end that is really the only thing that can be measured. I really do think a huge boost for all women kind relies heavily on how we treat each other. If we cannot treat one another with respect, then why in the world would men ever start treating us with respect?

Always Confused

   So to lay it all out on the table, I am a 31 year old married woman with no kids. As you can probably imagine my husband and I are always deflecting the inevitable nosy questions, "When are you guys having kids?" How do you tell people, right now at this point, you have no idea? That the question nags at you and nags at you. Right now, I feel like I would be fine not having kids, but then, what if I regret it like everyone says. It is something I seriously obsess about. Is there something wrong with me because I do not have "baby fever," especially in our baby obsessed culture today. Not only am I never sure, I am also apparently alienating myself from a very important group of people, not because I want to at all, but I guess because they just do not have time for sad, old pathetic, childless moi. Luckily, I am not navigating these issues alone. There are a few friends of mine in the same boat and ironically, I sat down with one of my closets, in a boat, last Saturday to discuss the issue.
     Like me she is married and on her way to 31, like me she is very active and very apprehensive about kids. To make clear it is not like either of us dislike children, it is just that apparently when we do have them, we have to give up everything that makes us, well us. It might seem selfish to those who are already mothers, and I do not need a speech about how I just don't get it, I get that I just do not get it. I am 31 and have been with my husband since 22, it  has been 9 years of telling me, I just do not get it. But, for the lack of "baby fever," I do get it. I get that every time one of my friends tells me she is expecting, I am unabashedly elated for them 99% of the time, but there is 1% of me who scared that I will lose my friendship. Yes, again, I get it, it sounds selfish, just let me finish. (And no, I can honestly say I do get to see my friends with kids an awful lot, even the ones with multiple little ones, in fact I get to spend the whole weekend with one soon!) I just want to explain to you, from the standpoint of a childless friend, how I want to help you bet the best that you can be all the time. Because I think the blog link below sucks.
    I take my friendships very seriously. I do not have a lot of achievements in life, very few to be exact. I am not great at things that I do, but, there are three things I am most proud of. The first is my husband, I did snag a good one. The second is my tight knit family, I know not everyone is fortunate enough to have that, which is why my third thing is my friends. I take pride in my friends, I think they are pretty great people. I try my hardest and best to do everything for them that they need or want. Like I said, it is one of the things I am most proud of, which is why I hate this blog from the Huffington Post that is floating around. (I guess I would "get it" if I were a mother though ha ha)
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/christine-skoutelas/once-we-become-parents-we-dont-want-to-hang-out-with-you-anymore-but-not-for-the-reasons-you-think_b_5270148.html?ncid=fcbklnkushpmg00000037
    So let me explain why I hate it, and why as a friend to many mothers what I can offer to do to help you. It also makes me feel bad for wanting to continue a relationship with you, like how can I be so stupid? As my other childless friend and I discussed it, it just added to our complete unease at having kids. Not only does this author make parenting sound like hell, it seems either she has really needy friends, or doesn't realize that maybe her friends want to help her out.
     So, check me out. I would love to come over and watch your kid for you while you shower, sleep, clean your house, get your hair cut, cook dinner, etc...I might not have kids but I am not incompetent with them. I get that you cannot go out, so lets get together at your place, or hell if you want to go out, bring your baby or kids. I have had plenty of breakfasts, lunches and dinners with my sisters' or friends' kids. Guess what, I can help you help them. I do not expect my "mommy" friends (and boy do I hate that term...if I do have a kid, it will only call me mommy once)  to just pop out for happy hour, contribute to all day Sunday Funday brunches or anything of the such, I am not sure anyone would expect that, and if they do then they are not good friends. But, if I care enough about you and love you, like I do all of my friends, then let me help you and realize that your kid is probably just as important to me as you are.
        This is why this article in particular annoys me. At one point she states, "The demands of the social calendar scare us. If we're going to fit in time to actually see another human being, it's usually someone who can give us the most bang for our buck: a workout buddy or someone to chat with during a playdate, or, rarely, a meet-up with a pal who can completely de-stress us, who is totally on board with our entire excursion being completed within a 30- to 45-minute window. We do not have the time or energy for idle lingering." This statement is heart wrenching, and no I do not feel like I am being selfish, that hurt. I guess I always thought my time with friends was more than just "idle lingering." I know parents are tired, hell I babysit, it is more tiring than a 12 hour serving shift where the dining rush never ends. I know that kids are on a schedule at best, unpredictable at worst, but let me help you in anyway possible. That is what friends do. Like that old proverb, it takes a village. So in closing, I will leave you with what I feel is a better blog post that explains the plight of the non-parent, from a parent. I have a ton of empathy for this guy, at least he knows I am not trying to compete for attention with his kid. If children are in my future, I hope I can be more like him and less like Christine Skoutelas.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/john-kinnear/5-things-parents-need-to-stop-saying-to-non-parents_b_3573670.html

    And if you do not have time to read it, I will also leave you with the most important idea of his blog..which yes, made me tear up. "Look, I know this feeling. Sometimes it feels like all the worries I had before my kids were trivial. I understand the urge to convey that feeling into words. Don't do it. Your life may have a different purpose now, but your pre-kid life was an important part of your story, and your non-kid-having friends are a part of that. Don't dismiss that part of your life the way most people skip the foreword to a novel they really want to read. By dismissing the "before" as just a buildup to your kids, you are not only dismissing your friends, but you're also implying that their story has not started yet." Just remember friends that I always want to be a part of your lives, I want your kids to be explaining to their friends at their high school graduations that I am just their mom's crazy friend....Aunt Shannon who will leave a better present than anyone else.