Privacy

I want readers to know about my life and what makes me tick. I would love to be able to use real names and because of haters I choose to be anonymous for now.

After spending 3 hours of trying to be anonymous I created a new email address and deleted my first blog and imported it here using Aster Craft as my blog name. Apparently I can't hide my email on blogger and the first email is used had my real name in it. Apparently my children objected to me using my real name associated with my Facebook. My 3 grown sons are not interested in what I blog about. I am not allowed to post on their walls either. Okay, maybe when they get older and married. Right now their friends get gushy about Moms who post on walls.

So this is who I am ... I am 43 and was born in October 1968. That makes me a Libra. I have been divorced twice and currently as of December 2011, I am a widow. My late husband was the light of my life. When my husband passed away I decided to finally time get my degree. I go to school online and I am a homebody so it fits me well. More of myself will unravel as I continue writing my blog. 

My 3 sons are 23 (1989), 21 (1990) and 19 (1992). I divorced their father when the boys were apx.. 3, 5 and 6. He was not part of their lives and I did not get child support. Did not want anything from the scum bag. More on him later.

23 is the strong silent type and has a hard time displaying emotions and having opinions about things, other than his brothers. He has had the same girlfriend since he was 16 and they live together. He is my go guy to get things finished and he is responsible with money.

21 is a hippy right down to his dreadlocks and saggy pants but he is clean. According in the Urban Dictionary he is a person who has a bright outlook on life. They are usually kind, generous, caring and loving etc. Most hippies do care about the environment and are willing to protect and/or improve it. They also have a peaceful presence about themselves. This means that their mind is in a peaceful state. However it should be noted that not all hippies do drugs. You can still be a hippy without the drugs. ... this sums up 21 nicely.

19 is a person you do not want to wake up when he is sleeping which made it difficult to get to school on time no matter what time he went to bed. He is a war history buff and knows everything about campaigns, ships, planes and you name it. He has a girlfriend that is quite a bit older than himself. About two days ago he came to me and told me she was pregnant. More on that later.

My stepson is 27 and married with 2 great kids. He has his Dad's bike and his wife likes to ride also, so that's what they do together. He is a lot like his Dad and even looks like him. They have the same temperament but not build. Stepson is 6'4" and lanky. His Dad was 6' and stocky.

My late husband was the love of my life.He was a teddy bear kind of man. Not ready to write about him yet.

I strive very hard to keep on the positive side of things and this is one of the reasons why I am anonymous. Haters on Facebook are rampant and one of the reasons I wanted to start blogging. I can't say what I want to on Facebook because someone always gets offended and wants payback, including my own extend family. I don't want to cause waves and get bullied. I don't think Facebook is the right platform to expose myself. 

My extended family is quite large. I am the youngest of 12 children and raised Catholic in a small Nebraska town. I am proud of my Catholic upbringing although I do not practice any religion as an adult. I am a Christian who is spiritual and I think religion limits my faith. More later because I want to stay on topic.

Having a large Catholic family is why I can't say what I want on Facebook. Because I am the youngest they all judge me and don't accept me as who I am. They are always trying to change me. I don't even know some of my oldest siblings because they moved away before I was old enough to know them. As I got older they never took the time to get to know me. They were to busy telling me what to do and I felt like I was being pulled in so many different directions, I withdrew. I have not been to a family gathering in something like12 years.

My parents passed away the year I turned 26. It was 1994 and I had 3 small children and was in a rocky marriage. I swear, everyone changed by the end of that year. I know I did and my brothers and sisters became strangers.Holidays were never the same. I tried to stay in contact with my family and it was just not working. I always felt judged and preached upon. I could not be myself around my family. They all had opinions and I was not allowed to be heard. I have not figured this part of my life out yet.

Privacy is because of haters on Facebook. It's my life, my blog and my thoughts.

Aster Craft