Q: Tell me about yourself.
A: That isn't a question. But I guess I'll be nice and tell you about myself anyway. I was born, raised, and live in Arizona. Despite being from Arizona, I am not a cowgirl, I don't ride a horse, I despise country music, can't stand desert vegetation, and I LOVE rain. But for some reason I'm still here. I could totally live in Seattle. I'm an only child. I'm in my mid 40's. I'm ever so slightly crazy. I have anxiety, depression, and Graves' disease (overactive thyroid.) I love music, DIY projects, crafting, and cool audio equipment. I'm fairly shy and quiet in person, until I get comfortable and feel I can let my real self out. She doesn't come out often. I'm an introvert all the way. I worked in radio for 18 years. I started out loving it more than life itself, and ended up hating it more than life itself. I have been a stay at home wife for just over 13 years and have never been happier. I've been married to my best friend for 23 years. I don't know how he's managed to put up with me for so long. We don't have any kids, but we are the proud parents of 3 chickens. I would like to start selling stuff that I make - crafts, jewelry, art, etc. - but I'm not sure how to get started and this drives me nuts. I think I'm having sort of a mid life crisis. I feel like I need to shake things up a little, but not too much because I can't stand change. But maybe a little shaking up of things will be okay...This blog is a start.
Q: HOW many pairs of shoes did you say you have???
A: At last count about 70. Actually, I might not have that many anymore. I've somehow managed to get rid of some, and I haven't bought any in a while.
Q: What's this about you being crazy & on drugs?
A: That's just how I like to describe myself sometimes. I'm not ashamed to admit that I have depression and anxiety and I take a few (prescription) drugs to keep them at bay. I don't like it. I fought taking anything for years. I didn't feel like that was the right way to handle things. Take a pill and all your problems are solved? That just didn't seem right to me. I felt like if I could take control of my life and change the things that were driving me crazy, I would feel better. When I thought everything that was causing the problems in my life was gone, I still felt rotten. I realized I didn't want to spend the rest of my life feeling like crap all the time. It was really hard for me to do, but I sucked it up and went against all I believed in and asked my doctor for some help. He gave me a prescription for an antidepressant, which I was terrified to take. I was afraid it would turn me into this emotionless zombie person. I didn't want to lose my personality. But after much research, I decided it would be okay to take it. It took a while for it to work, but I noticed that I felt a little better. I've switched antidepressants a few times over the years because sometimes they just stop working. The ones I'm on right now are working well. My crazy little head still gets the best of me sometimes. But I have to admit, I feel a lot better than I did.
Q: Are you really a vampire?
A: NO!!! That's just another thing I like to joke about. My ancestors are from Transylvania. Yes - that's a real place. It's in Romania. The ancestors are from the same town that Vlad the Impaler was from (Sighisoara). He's the guy that the Dracula story was based on. I like to refer to him as Uncle Vlad, but nothing has ever been found to prove it. But it's a really small town, so who knows? If we are related, I didn't inherit the vampire gene because I get queasy at the sight of blood and bats freak me out. But I don't like the sun and I feel really good at night and like to stay up late, so who knows? :)
Q: You have a weird sense of humor.
A: Once again - not a question. But yes, I do have a weird sense of humor. Kind of dry, witty, sarcastic. I think I get it from my dad. (Not the vampire side of the family)
Q: Do you have any interesting scars?
A: I love hearing how people got their scars! That sounds really gross, but some have cool stories behind them. I have one on my leg that I got at Costco. I was probably 9 or 10. I was with my mom and she was looking at exercise bikes. They had some on display to try out. I got on one and scraped my leg on this stray piece of wire. It made a 3-4 inch gash on my leg. Needless to say, we didn't buy an exercise bike that day. I've always had a really obvious scar from it, but in the last couple of years I've noticed that it's starting to fade. I can only see about an inch of it now. I will miss it.
