About the author

My email: thegrasshoppatales@gmail.com

Hi! My name is Daune. Pronounced Dawn. It’s a long story drawn out complicated story.

Some people like to call me Grasshoppa (pronounced with an Asian ancient) because basically I have no idea what the ham sandwich I am doing. Sometimes it takes me a few attempts to learn a basic lesson, and more times than not, I learn those lessons the hard way.

I have issues.

They range from my Starbucks Coffee addiction and Chapstick dependecy to my habit of stalking Smartcars.

I’m a geek and I have a geek bag full of goober props to prove it.

My favorite prop? The blinkity blink gel rings.

I encourage others to embrace their inner dweebtitude by forcing them to wear hats, masks, blinkity bling rings and an assortment of other fabulous adornments.

You know you want one.

I met my man when I was a itty bitty diaper wearing drool bucket and I am nearly certain that it was love at first sight. A lot happened in between the time we met and the time I actually decided I was snagging him for myself, but that is a long drawn out complicated story as well. Come to think about it, I have quite a few long drawn out complicated stories about my life. I suppose that is why I keep a blog diary.

I tease and poke fun at my man a lot but that’s only because I run out of ways to tell the world how much I like him. Not that the world cares, necessarily—it’s just that I am appreciative that way. And he lights my fire. Someone call the fire department.

We have a teenager, 6 year-old triplets, and a 3 year old baby dumplin’. We went from having one child—to having a tribe of children in a fascinatingly small amount of time.

And we are still stunned.

I lost my dad August 2008 in a drowning accident, as a result of his alcohol addiction, which he spent years being treated for. Having lost him is the greatest pain I have ever known.  I continue to sort through my grief. It has been a painfully slow process.

I admit there are many days when I feel I am in way over my head, that I got more than I bargained for and that I most certainly did not sign up for this.

Then I imagine myself some place else and I know that I am right where I belong.

The truth is, I love my family to the moon and back ten times over and over.

This is my real life diary, the lessons life is throwing my way, and my attempt at maintaining some semblance of sanity as a momma raising triplets plus two. I hope you find something in my diary that will  make you smile.

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