hello, my name is greta.

this is the closest i could find to my beloved muriel.

i am the titular character of  this blog.  have waited my whole life to use the word titular.  when i was younger and heard that word i thought it was dirty and racy and now it just sounds apropos. 

i have fully arrived in adulthood when i use the word titular without kicking my friend under the table.  since i snickered a bit when i typed it just now, i'm not fully arrived.  thankfully. 

i have adult responsibilities which i take seriously and do a pretty good at, but i also gossip, watch bachelor, take a hundred pictures of myself to get the perfect photo baring no sign of my double chin, adore sleeping in and being snarky, and use the word f*ck whenever i have the chance when i'm not around mine or anyone else's children. 

i have been through parenting hell and am coming out on top with healthy children that are going to be okay as adults.   my kids are 19 (bert), 18 (wim), and 15 (roni) and gave me my first gray hair and will give me my last happy breath.

i've sunk much of myself into raising my kids and had an equal partner in my husband, alien.  i know it's rare, and i'll try not to brag too much on here because that usually leads to women turning and saying to their husbands "look at everything he does for her her! why don't YOU act more like alien?" with no levity, but rather dripping with accusation and contempt.  so, mostly i try to temper my complete fortune at landing this tall, dark, punny drink of water with a few stories here and there where he rubbed my back too hard that it actually hurt. 

one of my favorite days ever was when i had my 'muriel' party 10 years ago, i was 28. i didn't have kids yet, so i was a free-wheeling party planner.  i invited 15 or so of my girlfriends over and we spent the night playing games, drinking, singing kareoke, eating, being merry.  it was a giant sleepover and we ate egg bake in the a.m.  alien designed and printed each of us a tshirt to celebrate.  on the front it had a 1950's mom image while she was tossing her hair back in the kitchen.  it was the most perfect piece of artwork for my party and the tagline on the shirts said "Yesterday, I lunched with Muriel."  i couldn't have adored those shirts more.  or my friends.  good times. 

time to go cuddle up to my kitties, each at separate ends of my body since they are mortal enemies.  


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