Who I am

I know when I stumble onto a new blog, I'm always curious about the person, so a few important facts about me...

I throw the black jelly beans away. But there really isn't another candy known to man that I will not eat.

I like cows and don't eat beef or wear leather. Unless we're talking shoes and they're really, really cute. Because, well, I'm also shallow.

I use canvas bags at the grocery store, but I drive an SUV. I believe in God, Jesus, Buddha, Brahma, Visnu and Siva, the White Buffalo Woman...I believe we all believe in the same thing, in it's many different forms.

I believe that cute shoes really can make the world a better place.

I like words, love words (and like every other blogger) aspire to be an author. But instead of working on my half finished novel, I spend my spare time writing in my blog. I love books and paint and brand new crayons. I own a guitar, but I don't know how to play it. Every year or so, I get it out and teach myself a couple of chords. Then I forget and it goes back into the closet. I love music and my Ipod holds everything from Metallica to Pink, The Shins to Ella Fitzgerald. I am rarely seen without my camera. I am an introvert, to the point of social anxiety. I like red wine. I like orange juice. I hate talking on the phone and even though I will never call you back, I still love you. My favorite color is orange. I wish I was an archeologist in a dusty safari hat, digging in the Egyptian desert. I wish I had the means to travel around the world.

Nearly 12 years ago, a man in a tank top and jeans introduced himself to me while I was at work. This man had a phone and a pager, a beeper and a multi-tool attached to his belt. I may have rolled my eyes and snickered.

He asked me out to dinner. I didn't have anything else to do, so I said yes.

Two years later, he proposed. I couldn't imagine my life without him, so I said yes.

Four years later, we had the first of our three beautiful children and every morning I wake up smiling because I share my life with all these amazing people. Then the kids start crying and fighting over who gets the computer first, my youngest wets his pants, and then I wonder what the hell I was thinking.


And there you have it! Pretty much.

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