I wanted to be a private detective when I was growing up.
Or a teacher, or a writer or a dolphin psychologist.
My parents divorced when I was five.
I once chased a bank robber down the street with my friend Dee Dee. He was on foot, we were in her civic.
We didn’t catch him.
We only chased him because a woman came out of the bank and said “follow that man he just robbed the bank.”
If we had caught him, I’m not sure what we would have done with him.
My mom and stepfather divorced when I was 33. I think this divorce was harder than the first, for me.
My father passed away, suddenly, when I was 26.
My stepfather passed away, slowly, when I was 39.
I have two brothers.
Technically, it would be 1.5 brothers I imagine, one belongs to my stepmother and father.
My older brother is 2 years older than me.
My younger brother [half] is 13 years younger than me.
He was a pain in the ass when he was a kid, but I love him to bits now. Even if he is a vegan.
I don’t trust vegans. I think it “means something” when you chose to be a vegan. Probably that you have “issues.”
I have issues but I am a complete carnivore. meat meat meat!!
If my only choice is no-fat anything, I’d rather not have it.
We live on a busy street, I sit at the window and watch people walk by. I make up stories about them and/or try to decide if they are more or less happy than I am.
I worked at McDonalds when I was in high school. I lasted 4 months. I wasn’t fired, I quit.
I did not study anything computer related in school, not even in college.
I got into computers when someone put a mac on my desk and told me to watch it for incoming files.
That was in 93 or so? It escalated from there.
I am a mac user. 100%
I have a B.A. in Psychology from the University of Washington.
I was born in Denver, in the same hospital as my brother and also as my father.
After that it went, Phoenix, Dallas, Seattle, Grand Junction, Tulsa, SF Bay Area, San Diego, Seattle.
I spent my summers in the Bay Area, with my dad and stepmonster.
She knows I call her my stepmonster. With love.
I never used to cook. Now that I am married, I cook. I might be getting better at it.
I don’t sew.
I don’t do crafty things.
Therefore, it is possible, judging from my family, I am adopted.
I used to tell people I was adopted, that my real parents were a Russian Gypsy and a Spanish Aristocrat.
There is no Russian or Spanish blood in my veins, but I am fascinated by Russian culture and want to learn to speak it.
I’m Irish, Scottish, Swedish, Norwegian and rumor has it, Dutch.
I’ve never left North America.
I am not well travelled, outside of this country.
I can say four things in Japanese.
Abunai!! means Danger! Watch out! in japanese. It works best when you yell it.
If you invite me over for Thanksgiving dinner, you should probably know… I like dark meat.
I’m very very lazy.
I’m a Libra.
I’m Housekeeping Challenged.
I have a cello which I play very poorly. Very poorly indeed.
I was with my Mo¸r Mo¸r when she met President Ford. He stopped in Grand Junction and shook hands. He shook hers. Not mine, however.
I read comic books.
Not only could I do a list of a hundred things, I could do a list of 900 if you wanted. They wouldn’t all be interesting, tho.
When I was in grade school, my teachers would always isolate my desk because I was too social.
I hate the telephone. I usually don’t answer it.
Well, maybe not 900. But 100 is pretty damn easy.
I am a member of the ‹berbrain.
I realize I said that I do not posses the addictive gene, but I am a bit addicted to blogging.
I go through phases where I eat the same things repeatedly, and then don’t eat them again for years. Ex: stovetop stuffing phase. Ate it every day.
I think that chips and salsa is a perfectly good dinner.
People think I am funny.
They also think I am strange.
And stubborn and hardheaded. That I have a “smart mouth.” Perhaps a wee bit difficult.
Who cares what they think?
i scold people for being rude in stores, especially if they are unnecessarily rude to sales people or clerks. Or they cut in line in front of me.
I’m a bit of a train wreck, actually. Occasional derailment with no casualties.
Oh… one more thing… I love getting comments on my blog, especially from people I do not know, who then comment enough that I start to get to know them. If that makes any sense.