Hey, everyone. I’m Wesley. Wesley Cooper.
I guess that introduction only works well if your last name is Bond but a guy’s got to try it sometimes.
So Kristy’s turning the blog over to me this week and while I can be long winded in a face-to-face converWekosation, this is a whole new ballgame for me. Hopefully, you won’t be falling asleep or wanting to beat your head against a wall by the time you’ve finished reading it.
Let’s see. I’m an identical twin and while we were both kind of dorky when we were kids – and even into our mid-teens, I suppose – people say we look kind of like a young Gerard Butler these days. And I’m okay with that. In fact, I play it up as much as I can with the whole five-o’clock shadow thing he’s got going on.
And why not? Most people think I’m shallow anyway, so why the heck shouldn’t I take advantage of my assets? Am I right or am I right?
Let’s see. You probably want to know my life’s history. Or not. But that’s what you’re going to get. The condensed version anyway because I don’t really know what else to write here.
Chase – my twin – and I were dumped in Aunt Jessie’s lap before we even started school. I haven’t seen my mother since and since she only listed him as TBH on our birth certificates, we don’t even know who our father is. And I’m okay with that. Why would I want to know a guy who didn’t stick around long enough to meet me? Same with dear, sweet Mom.
I know there are some who think she’s the reason why I’ve never stayed in any relationship long. Commitment-phobe seems to be the favored label they’ve pinned on me. Maybe they’re right. After all, I learned at a young age that the people who should love you the most leave. I’m not going to take a chance on something like that happening again.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Aunt Jessie is a great substitute mother. Well, except for making Chase and I dress exactly alike for way too long. She busted her butt to take care of us and raise us right. She’s the one who got us involved in the church youth group, which is where I met my best friends. Nick, John, and Willa. Willa likes to call us the Four Musketeers, even now after we’re all grown up. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for any of them – especially Aunt Jessie.
Next… Hmm. I’m an accountant. Kind of a solitary profession for a life of the party guy like me – and let me tell you, I can party with the best of them. But I save that for weekends now because I’ve got a good job and I’m not about to screw it up by oversleeping because I stayed out too late the night before.
I’m pretty competitive and I love to swim. And read. Don’t tell anyone but I’m a sucker for Nicholas Sparks books. An ex got me hooked when I still cared enough to try and impress her. I can relate to some of his characters. Life doesn’t always give you a happily-ever-after.
Okay. I’m sure I’ve bored you long enough so I’m going to cut out of here. Kristy says to tell you she’s doing really good on the Trim Healthy Mama plan – except for one thing she’ll mention in her next blog. She says if you’ve never tried (affiliate link >>>) Swerve sweetener, you might want to buy stock in the company because she’s probably going to be buying truckloads of it.