About Me
I am a wife
I am a mother
I am a blogger
I am a friend
My name is Sandi Benson
I am 38 years old and I still feel 17, mentally; physically, that’s an entirely different story.
I see the world in black and white, but I spend most days in the gray areas that I still pretend don’t exist.
I follow my heart ALWAYS.
I trust my gut CONSTANTLY.
I make mistakes OFTEN.
I blog about it all.
I am happy in the sunshine.
I am even happier on the beach.
I am the happiest of all when I am on the beach in the sunshine with a diet coke.
THAT IS MY HEAVEN!
I hate being cold.
I hate fish.
I hate scary movies.
A bit about my life-
I met Brandon in a car accident on May 24, 2005 in SLC Utah. I believe in fate, and in love at first sight. We fell in love on the side of the road filling out police reports. I was his booty call on June 1, 2005. He has never left. Either the sex was that good, or he is an idiot.
We spend 24/7 together and we still love each other. That, in and of itself, is blog worthy.
We have issues, plenty of them. We DON’T have a perfect marriage. We DO have a perfect love. The honeymoon is long over. The chemical attraction, we rode on through the first year, is long gone. But, after four years, we still enjoy being together, and we miss each other when we are not. We make a great parenting team and the sex is AMAZING!
I am a disgruntled Mormon. The issues I have had before with the church have all been overshadowed by prop 8. I don’t know if I will ever be able to return. I support equality. I don’t see how I could ever close my eyes to anything else.
I have fifteen kids. They do not define me, but they sure as hell try.
We live in a controlled, chaotic environment. I think I have good kids. But the fact of the matter is, they are kids, and kids are shits, even mine. Multiply the shits by the biggest number you can think of, add a few special needs to the equation, and that’s my family. We are a clusterfuck of insanity, and there are days I feel totally out of control. There are also days I am begging for a few more, because time is going too quickly and they are growing up too fast. I love having this house filled with noise and laughter, because even on the hardest of days, bedtime always comes.
I am passionate about my family. But being passionate also makes me a wee bit high-strung, a little paranoid, and often times stressed out. I am sure other mothers raising fifteen can relate, or other second wives, or others in a blended family. I know I have issues, but they make me who I am.
So, you now know that I am, by societies standards, a wack job. I am married to an even bigger one, because he married into this insanity BY CHOICE! And my kids, all 15 of them, are shits. Don’t you want to stick around awhile and read? I thought so.
Hi, my name is Sandi, and I should be an alcoholic.
Come on in.