Starting with the basics!

     I hope I am doing this correctly. If you can read this please post "Yes" or "9toes is a Goddess." I'd prefer "9toes is a Goddess." Anyways, I will begin my blog hoping to stay on track about the basics of my life and try not to venture off in "ADD-land."

I was born in Athens, GA in the best year ever 1983. I mean hell, Cyndi Lauper just came out with "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun." But I was conceived on Valentine's Day of 1983 (thanks mom for telling me so that I can think of you and dad hunching every romantic Valentine's Day.) See there I go off track. Back to the basics. My dad is probably the coolest man I know and my mom is smart as shit (and they make a pretty good lookin' couple!) Obviously the smartness was passed on to my older sister while I got all the coolness (just kidding, I got the brains and the beauty and the humor!) Damn I sound a bit conceited, but it's better to love yourself than loathe yourself. Back to the basics, my dad was in a band. Bands don't pay the bills, so mom made us move to Social Circle. Wonder what life would be like if we'd never moved to Social Circle. Oh well we moved in with my great-grandmother and eventually moved into a house in the smack dab middle of Social Circle. The house was a Florida house in Georgia (flat roof) and not much to look at, but it was home. My dad is notorious for starting something and not finishing it. I definitely got this trait. But our house was painted white and green and I am sure there were a few other colors. That's how he rolls. In our backyard we think was the original well of Social Circle. My dad discovered while driving his truck in the back yard and getting stuck. It's a wonder K.C. and I didn't discover it first. I will say the house was not an ideal house, but there are tons of memories in it. We were able to get on the roof without a ladder. My room went straight out to the deck. It had some pretty cool features. Okay, enough with the house.

Okay, so mom worked in the school system so during the day I would go to my Aunt's house and she was AWESOME! She took care of most of the neighborhood kids. When I was 4, I was ran over by a lawn mower by my older cousin. She didn't do it on purpose. I think I tried jumping on the lawnmower or either just got to close either way I am now missing my pinky toe and have some really bad ass scars on my right leg. So there you have it, the name 9-toes.  My sister would call me stubby growing up when she wanted to fight. So please refrain from referring to me as "Stubby" because my anger management class only goes so far.

Now that you have the basics, you will have to wait for my next blog to hear of my elementary years. Please be patient.