Who is Janet and why is she Going Crazy?!

You know how when you go to a meeting or a conference or a training with a bunch of people you don't know and the first thing people want to do is "go around the room and introduce yourself and tell us why you're here"…? I hate that! Truth be known, I hate talking and especially talking about myself and ask me why I'm here…um…because I was told to be here, because I wanted to be here, I don't know why I'm here!

You know how when people are having a conversation about something and you really want to contribute, but then you think you should probably think about what you are going to say first because if you don't then something really awkward will come out, but then you think about it so long that when you start to say it you realize that everyone is talking about something else and you have waited too long? Oh…well, I do!

You know how you think up this really amazing idea and you run excitedly to your friends and tell them and they look at you like you are some type of alien and tell you that they would "rather do this instead"…or you have this idea that really doesn't sound good, but you put it out there because you have to contribute something and then people think it's awesome and now you're stuck doing something that you hate because YOU suggested it? Yeah, me too!

This is the craziness that goes on in my head..All..Day..Long!


(good hair day so I had to take a pic)

Who is Janet and why is she Going Crazy?!

Because Prompts Are Fun {Tales from the Nursery and I Need a Playdate}You guys know me, right? You are here reading about my family and our fun all the time. You read about my likes, sometimes my dislikes, and you probably would know me if you saw me…but do you "really" know me? I have been prompted to introduce myself (or my blog or my family, but you already know all about that) so I'll just give you the quick and dirty because this could go on forever!

I was born March 19, 1977 in Irving, Texas, home of the Dallas Cowboys. I'm the middle child (think middle child syndrome) of three girls, but the first biological child of my mom and dad (my dad adopted my older sister when she was 1 or 2). I was a cranky baby, allergic to milk of all kinds, and eventually had to drink watered down Gatorade. I was always a shy and scared child. My older sister was full of personality and she and mom fought a lot so I was just quiet and didn't like to get into trouble. I was self conscious and scared of my own shadow growing up. I always had only one or two good friends at a time and was definitely NOT a  social butterfly. I was good in school, but didn't really have to try too hard. The only really "social" thing I ever did was Girl Scouts because my best friend's mom was the troop leader, but I was bad at it. I was a Daddy's Girl (still am) and when my younger sister came along, I was seven and she was "my" baby. I took care of her and we were best friends (even though we fought like crazy). Life was good and family was number one to all of us. We would take the phone off the hook at dinner time (back before cell phones, haha) and talk about our day. My parents didn't fight, but there was a lot of drinking and partying on the weekends. My parents worked hard during the week and they partied hard during the weekends. 

When I was in high school, I started working two jobs in the Summer (inspector at a jeans factory that my mom managed and a movie rental store) and then left the factory when school started. Things started to change and mom didn't want to go with us on our weekly Thursday dinner together. She would stay home and sometimes be on the phone for hours while we went out. She started going on these weird trips to visit a friend who was half of a couple that mom and dad used to hang out with. That couple had divorced and mom never really liked that lady anyway so it was just strange. I turned 18 on March 19 and Dad's birthday was on March 27…and Mom left.

There was a lot going on and this sudden change shocked us all. I can remember my little sister screaming her head off for her as Mom drove down the driveway. I remember my little sister's joy when Mom came back (after a week or so) and said she wanted to take her with her to their new house. I can remember my parents coming to my job at the movie rental store to tell me that they figured out the divorce and Mom wanted custody of us…US?? Um…no…I'm 18 and I can do what I want. I'm not leaving the home I grew up in and I'm definitely not leaving my dad!

I didn't want to do it, but my dad made me leave for college in August and I've just been crazy ever since.

I'll tell you more eventually. I'll tell you how the craziness turned into who I am now. But for now, this is all I can say….

I want to know about you…

What makes you crazy?


  1. Jessica Fortner says:

    Honey, I think we’re all going crazy from this game called life lol. I enjoyed reading your story and your sheer honesty. I will be following… πŸ™‚

  2. I would leave more towards interesting than crazy. I didn’t read one crazy thing in the above story.

    • janet says:

      Oh Mallery…you know I’m crazy. My story may not sound crazy, but I’m just not finished yet!

  3. Darcy says:

    I always have issues with waiting too long with my great ideas!

    Crazy? Well let’s see…the frequent break ups and make ups between my parents as I grew up. When my mom left the country and remarried I ended up in therapy so …that mighta had something to do with crazy me πŸ˜‰

  4. mel says:

    Loved learning about you! That would make me so crazy too-hugs! You came out ahead of the game:)

    • janet says:

      I wouldn’t trade my life for anything! Tears and therapy and all… πŸ˜‰

  5. Great to learn more about you! I think dealing with your mom leaving would lead anyone to go crazy! I hope there’s a part two to this post! I want to hear more about after college until now!!!

    • janet says:

      Kristin, I need to get back to this! There will be more…just have to find time in my “now” crazy life. πŸ˜‰

  6. I would never call you crazy… you just lived through a crazy situation that made you a better, stronger person and probably a great mom! Now, what is going through your brain in the first half of your post – I can totally relate!

    • janet says:

      Phew! I’m glad others can relate to that rambling at the beginning of the post, haha!

  7. Marina says:

    Love it!! Hmmm….what makes me crazy?…Think it’s the gene from my Mom’s side of the family πŸ˜‰

    • janet says:

      You know…most of my crazy comes from my mom’s family. I hope I grow out of it and calm down eventually like my dad’s side!

  8. You are proof crazy doesn’t just happen to small children of single parents. It’s not at all a bad thing, it’s just interesting what we get out of our childhood. Glad to ‘meet’ you πŸ˜‰

    • janet says:

      Yep, I was one of those “lucky kids” whose parents weren’t divorced…but then they divorced. It screwed up my view of how a family “should be”.


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