crazy, creative. Call me off-my-rocker, odd. But I will only smile. I know what I am and I’m ok with it at long last. Growing up as an odd ball, (I even went to elementary school nick-named Odd Ball Heights), was cool, fun, exciting, outcasting, hard, challanging yet I wouldn’t go back and change any of it. Being ‘different’ is fine. I’ve settled into my skin and am who I am. I’m not saying I can’t change, but just that I’ll change into my own color at my own rhythm.
This catagory: Sheila-isms is part of my oddity. I make up words all the time. My husband has loved me long enough he usually knows exactly what I am communicating. Sometimes they are funny, other times just there.
I’m not claiming I am the only creator of any ‘ism’, you can come up with your own or maybe you have a left of center type of friend and you’ve already been exposed to this form of
torture, stupidity, oddity. In any case, this PART is for you to enjoy…