All of these stories are mostly true. I say “mostly” because people around here think I exaggerate. Which I do. Everybody who tells a good story emphasizes some parts and skips others. There’s the stuff that I’ve completely forgotten, or skip altogether because its just plain boring. But you know that, right? I mean, who wants to hear the straightforward story?
The reality is: I’m a 40-something freelance consultant with a wonderful family which puts up with my using their exploits (God bless them) as blog fodder. That family (and fodder) includes a husband with a fantastic sense of humor, and two sons who will one day appreciate it.
I love to read – even if it’s junk. I’ll watch a really bad movie more than once only if it’s science fiction. I love to travel and wish I could more. I exercise only because I love good food and craft beer to excess and want more of both than I should have. I’m also picky, judgmental, and self absorbed. I’m unafraid to embarrass myself for a good laugh. I’m a Virgo but I’d rather be a Leo.
And I’ve died my hair red. Twice. It wasn’t a good look on me, but I had to be sure.
My main man
Since this is primarily a personal blog, Mike will make fairly regular appearances, and I may borrow from his brilliant sense of humor from time to time, so it’s only fair I introduce you.
My long suffering husband of nearly 26 years, Mike is the person who is most likely to be irritated by my exaggerations, but he’s such a great editor, I run most stuff by him anyway. He’s well read and organized and very funny, and somehow manages to be humble all at the same time. He shares my love of food and beer but he’s not picky like I am, or judgmental, or narcissistic for that matter, so I’m not sure how he’s put up with me for this long. He’ll sit with me through some of the worst science fiction movies ever made, in exchange for my sitting through some of the raunchiest, low brow comedy movies of all time with him. Come to think of it, I usually make him sit through the raunchiest, lowest brow ones by himself, which doesn’t seem to have upset the balance in our marriage to date, so I consider myself very lucky.
He wasn’t a big fan of the red hair, either time, but he didn’t stop me.
Then there are these guys
So, yeah, you know. We made some PEOPLE. These are our delightfully imperfect progeny and the subjects (with their permission) of many of these posts.
Each has developed a fairly sophisticated sense of humor, mostly in the interest of self-defense, and are otherwise completely different from each other.
Except, of course, for their mutual disdain for first day of school photos. Aren’t they just the SMOOCHIEST?
We’re unabashedly proud of them both, and won’t hesitate for one red second to make fun of them in public.