All About Lala

So this is where I’m supposed to tell you all about me, right? Well, here goes!

I’m Laura, but am lovingly referred to as Lala. This is because there are some little people in my life, nieces and nephews, who have trouble pronouncing their R’s.

I’m currently 34, and have been married to Jimmy for 4 years. We’ve been together for 9 years this Christmas, and it’s been a good 9 years. Rough, but good. Jimbo has some wicked awesome genes, the kind that make your ticker run like shit. He’s had 3 heart attacks, 3 stents, 2 open heart surgeries (a double bypass in August of 2009, and then a surgery to repair an aortic dissection in June of 2011).

We are childless by choice, but have a ton of nieces and nephews. I have two biological brothers and 3 stepbrothers, and each of those brothers has at least 2 kids. Two of them have 3 kids. Jimmy has 2 stepsisters and 1 stepbrother, and one of his stepsisters has 2 kids.  They range in age from 11 yrs to 11 months, and there is one set of twins in there.

I shall lovingly refer to my brothers as Thing 1 (3o yrs old) and Thing 2 (28 yrs old), as I have always done because I’m immature and love Dr Suess. My stepbrothers will be known by their first initials: T, L, and C.

My parents have been divorced since 1999. It was ugly and I didn’t speak to my dad for 3 years. Someday, I’ll write a ridiculously long post about that. Even though it’s been 12 years, I still have a lot of built up blind rage issues about it.

What else, what else…oh, we have 3 cats. Nefertiti, aka Sissyface, aka Princess Pretty Pants, is my cat. She’s 6 years old, and has gone from being a super twitchy “don’t look at me” cat to being extra lovey-dovey and wanting to snuggle. She’s an Egyptian Mau, and they’re sort of high strung.  Sir Dudley von Doodle, Margreave of Bugville, is our Turkish Van. He’s a big, fat, hairy, clumsy oaf of a cat, but he’s the sweetest cat in the world. He’s the boy cat who made me change my mind about boy cats. He’s also very strange. For instance, he’s terrified of bananas. It’s hysterical to put a banana on the floor and watch him freak out. He’s 4 years old. And then there’s the demon, Jezebel. She’s a hateful, hateful little cat. She’s Jimmy’s, loves him to death. She hates me, and will bite me at the drop of a hat. She’s a tortoiseshell, mostly black with orange speckles, and she’s just mean.

I have worked in banking for the last 8 1/2 years, ever since being laid off from the airlines. I worked for TWA and then American Airlines for several years, and that’s where I met Jimmy. It was a fantastic job, and I really miss it. I can’t really explain it, but it was awesome. I made some excellent friends, met my husband, and learned a lot about myself during that time.

My goal for this blog is to become a better writer, learn some new things, and just get some of the jumble out of my noggin. I can’t promise that all of my posts will be profound or thought-provoking. I can’t promise that my grammar will always be perfect. I can’t promise that I’ll post every day. What I can promise is that I will write, and I will at least try to make it entertaining.

XO,

Lala

Questions or comments? Email them to crazyauntlala@gmail.com

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