I am a middle child who was raised-up, tended to, watched over by many adults and, as this is our initial introduction, I will refrain from a discussion on the impact of both of those situations- the complete middle-ness of me as well as the impact of each of the adults who parented me. I wear the name Budris with honor, but my name is not complete without Fredricksen. I love that 3 of my very favorite people call me “Mom.” I am a floral designer who loves the under-appreciated carnation and the humble white daisy. Music and people energize me. I am a little off center and can be fairly snarky. I don’t believe in perfection. I try. Sometimes I eat potato chips and French onion dip for lunch. I don’t see things in black and white, but more so in variations, tones and shades of grey. I own too much, except not enough yarn. I will believe that people mean well, until they show me that they don’t. I cry at hallmark commercials and, well, hundreds of other things. I read mystery fiction. I love love love Friday nights and no-alarm days. I take an inordinate amount of pleasure in feeding people. My hands show my age, but my nails are pretty. My scent of the season is Oud- it’s earthy and grounding, but it makes my head swoon a bit. I’ve had a few rough years and I’ve gained 20 something pounds. I suffer from migraines and numb hands. I don’t understand negative, drama-seeking people. Dark chocolate is my balm, my salve. I believe in human connection and affection and kindness and respect…but I am also easily annoyed and just a lil bit impatient. Chris is my high school sweetheart, my college boyfriend, and also my husband, and he makes me laugh. In fact, his laugh makes me laugh. I love jeans and dresses and boots. I take my coffee sweet & creamy. I joke that I’m fancy, but I’m not. Although, I do love lipstick…
I have a lot to say.