About Me

"This is where I'm supposed to tell you stuff about myself."

I didn't write that. My friend Rachel wrote that when she hacked my blog and re-arranged everything totally without my permission. I mean, I gave her my password and sent her some pictures and said something about a menu bar and 3 columns and making everything look more professional but other that...TOTALLY without my permission.

But really, this is actually where I'm supposed to tell you stuff about myself (so that when you click that "About Me" link up there it does what it tells you it's going to do).

So, about me:

I have a serious addiction to ellipses and run-on sentences. I tried to write "properly" but it didn't really sound like me so the poor sentence structure won.

I'm married to James. We got married underneath the Harry Caray statue at Wrigley Field, ate some cake and went to a game. It was fabulous.

We don't have kids. We're probably not ever going to have kids (except for the imaginary baby and that's not even his). We're pet people. We have a lot of pets. Most of them were rescued and not nearly as grateful as they should be. None of them has ever scratched my butt for me. Not even once.

I like reality t.v. I used to be "above it" and "better than that" and whatever else you say when you don't realize how awesome reality t.v. is. Except for Survivor and Wife Swap and The Bachelor. I'm still totally above those shows.

I have a "mini-degree" in biology. It's actually an associates degree, but I like "mini-degree" better. I was 2 weeks into my bachelors degree when the whole world went broke...I decided to take a hiatus from school to make sure that we didn't go broke, too.

While I'm on break from school, I run a little jewelry and accessories company online here. I also paint and collect vintage clothing. I'm going to sell the vintage clothing really, really soon. I swear. I'm working on it. For real.

I like the hiatus better than school. I'm not sure I'm going back.

I'm a procurement technician for a tissue bank. I never, ever talk about this online and I tried really, really, really hard to find a link to point you to that might offer something in the way of explanantion but apparently no one else talks about this either. Not that it's a bad thing. It's actually a great thing. The job, not the not talking about it. Anyway, unless you and I are sitting down over coffee and I can look you in the eye...I'm not talking about it.

I'm on call for the job that I don't talk about 24 hours a day, 4 days a week. Sometimes I go to work at 2 in the afternoon. Sometimes I go to work at 2 in the morning. My schedule is all sorts of screwed up.

James and I own this little bar/tavern/bistro type place, too. It's called Blue and it has sparkly walls and broken chandeliers and a mosaic bar top and the coolest people in the world hang out there. It's pretty awesome.

In between all of that is when I do the jewelry/painting/vintage clothing thing.

I drink a LOT of coffee. I'm really hyper, a little bit frantic, and highly disorganized. But I also get a lot done.

Despite what James says, or anyone else for that matter...I'm immortal.