First of many more to come

I am just getting up the courage to do this. All of my adult life people have told me I should write a book on the MANY experiences life has dealt me. SO my husband has been harping on me to start a blog. Teeheee I don't think this was really what he had in mind, but HERE goes. I am finally in the "happy spot" in life that we all hope of finding. It has taken me many years and loads of pain and suffering and hard work to get here. BUT I am here now and that is what counts.
SO with saying all of the above, I will continue to write about my life as the thoughts come to me, not in any relevant or chronological order. As my memories come back to haunt me, I will share them on here and hope that you find it interesting enough to keep coming back for more.
I think I will start with my childhood, which for the most part was happy and normal. I was born and raised in Texas. My mother and father divorced when I was ten or so. I don't ever remember hearing any arguing or having any drama, not saying that it wasn't there, just that I was not aware of it. My father was a truck driver and my mom was a stay at home mom. She was, and still is, the BEST housekeeper in the world. She always made sure our home was nice and a place we wanted to come home to. I am sure that the stress of raising two kids alone while my daddy was on the road had something to do with the divorce. Did I mention I also had a little brother? I shall refer to him as the TROLL boy. LOL He will love that, I am sure. He is also the best brother you could ask for. None the less, a divorce occurred and life as we knew it changed drastically. I don't think it was as drastic for us kids as it was for my mom. She had to go to work doing what she knew, which was waitressing. She had been to beauty school but the only outcome of that, was some pink and blue hairdos for her and not much of anything else, that I can remember. I am not really sure WHAT happened with that. I will have to remember to ask her about that. BUT she did the best she could and we still always had a safe, clean, happy home to go to. I can remember some sort of day care we attended but for the most part, my grandmother kept us. NOW there was a remarkable woman. She had her share of tough times, which we will hear more about eventually.
OH my how time flies. I need to get back to matters here,so will continue at a later time.