She Bop

Friday, September 05, 2008

My bio page. This is it.

I was born in 1980, exactly nine years before the Berlin wall fell. This hasn’t impacted my life in any major way, but I like to throw it out there - as if, you know, something like that made me special somehow. Also, I’m half Eskimo, which is also something I like to tell people I hardly know. I honestly don’t know why I do that. I don’t know squat about Inuit culture, so it’s more than just a little pretentious, and I do it anyway.

Oh, and I can be really obnoxious. In case you hadn’t noticed.

I live in the northern hemisphere with husband*, Jelly Man, our two year old daughter, Carlita, an old man and too many pets. We have literally one neighbor and live remotely. We only have one car between us, but even if we had two I don’t have a license to drive one of those motherfuckers. Lately we’re thinking of adding more of the human baby persuasion. If the thought of that isn’t enough to make you have an accident in your pants then you are obviously better at coping than I am.

My husband & and I grew up a skip, a hop and an ocean between us, so we would never have met if it weren’t for IRCnet. We met face-to-face in August 2001 and have been together ever since. In 2006 I gave birth to our daughter while Jelly Man looked on in a paralyzing state of terror. One extra beep from the hospital machinery would have sent him into a full blown panic attack.

*It’s complicated. Lets just say we’re working on it.

Not much has changed, but of course nothing stayed the same either. Absolutely nothing.

I’ve lived in so many places, I can’t possibly remember all of them. The house we’re living in now is the longest I have ever lived anywhere, and I very much hope that this will be the only home for my family. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. I have so many plans. I want to make a compost, I want to eat a potato that I grew myself, I would love to have a herb-garden. And who knows? I might want chickens one day, or maybe a goat.

When time permits I read bad fiction and horror paperbacks. I sniff perfumes and use a lot of body lotion. I’m generally a medium good cook, although Jelly Man will scold me, say that I always say that about myself and tell me I’m an excellent cook. Just goes to show. I know how to knit a little but never got caught up in the knitting-bug. I would rather do some cross stitching, but until that becomes a burning desire I know I won’t bother.

I used to listen to a lot of music, but having a baby put a damper on that. I miss music.

I have trichotillomania. And I’m fat. And, yes, I’m OK with both.