About 9 years ago, The Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring, came to life on the big screen. At that time I was a member of Kip Winger's chat forum as well as a Yahoo group called the Porch. That was back in the day before Myspace and Facebook where everyone was "attached" to everyone else. One of the crazy online things you can do is put your real name into a search engine and it would tell you your hobbit name (or orc name, or elvish name, etc.). My hobbit name was Bramblerose of Brandywine. So for a while I was Bramblerose. One day on the Porch, Piper, an Irish fella, called me Tamblerose. It stuck. So, for nine years I have morphed into this somewhat hobbitish character. I have almost every email address and even a website, Tamblerose.com.
At this moment Tamblerose.com is dedicated to my wedding business, however far-fetching that is. But that is a story for another day.
Today is an introduction to Tamblerose, the girl, trying to find her way in this crazy, mix-up world.
I have been asked many times if I chose the name because I like roses. Well, we already know why I chose the name (or it chose me) but, truth be told, I honestly don't care for roses. Now let me just say if someone buys me roses I will not send them back. They just remind me of a funeral home, and that's a scent I don't care to revisit any more than I have to. Actually, not at all. I have no grandparents left. I have buried two fathers, one biological and one adoptive. Not in that order. They are however, (roses, not funeral homes) probably fitting for me. Nice to look at on the outside but watch out for the thorns.
No, I am not being conceited. But honestly, if people tell you your whole life you are pretty, you sort of hope the whole world hasn't been lying to you this entire time. As for the thorns, I have not led a charmed life. I did have a few perks growing up in the family I did. I had food, a warm bed, parents who stayed together until the end. I even had a car when I turned 16 and was sent to a private christian high school. not that I asked for that. I asked to go to public school. I have no idea how my parents pulled that one off. both my brother and I went to private schools and my dad was medically retired. my mom stayed at home and babysat. not a lot of money coming in there I tell ya. but I guess they sacrificed more than we knew.
back to the thorns. i have made some really bad choices as an adult. as a teenager i lived in a bubble and the world was a happy place where everyone was pretty much the same. when I opened my eyes, the thorns popped my little bubble and I grew a shell. A hard shell on the outside. lifes lessons will do that to you.
and those lifes lesson will be shared here. well some of them. some of them I don't even want to revisit so I won't. some ghosts are better left haunting the past.
that's all for the first blog. i am not going to worry about going back and capitalizing all the letters that should be capitalized. I am a freak about grammar, should have been an english teacher. but for the big letters? nah.
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