About Me...

Here are some bits of trivia about me and my life--some may be of interest. Some, maybe not so much. But all of these combined are what make me, me.

I am the oldest of eleven children, born to parents who were either saints or crazy, maybe both. They thought we were all capable of being professional athletes or broadway stars. They weren't right, of course, but they did help us have self-confidence.

I am married to a funny, clever, handsome and hardworking man. He was an excellent choice that I'm thankful for every day!

I am mother to four clever and good-looking children--two boys and two girls. They're not perfect, but probably a lot better than I deserved.

Through the years I've been a student, a teacher, a secretary, a clothing designer and seamstress, a wedding cake maker, a crafter, a scrapbooker, a cook, a housekeeper (alright, this skill I'm still working on) a homework helper (until they pass me in math, somewhere around the third grade), and a calm and ladylike fan at my children's sporting events.

I've been writing since Jr. High, when I was hired by a county newspaper to do a Happenings column about our little town of about 300 people. I got paid by the word so every week I called every family in town and got their news. It wasn't high-brow journalism but the column earned me a little spending money.
On our way to Aspen, CO, my sister, my two oldest kids and I were hit head-on by a drunk driver in a stolen car. Although we suffered serious injuries, we all survived.

Candy isn't worth eating unless it's chocolate. (See's are the best.) I love to experiment in the kitchen and make delicious treats and gourmet meals.

When I was seven years old, I fell and broke my arm...on a dirtclod.

When I was a child, my family bought and renovated an old school-house. It was a wonderful place to live in spite of the bats that flew over our heads at night.

I'm driven to create. I've never been without a project or two (or twelve).

I've been told that my naturally curly hair doesn't get longer, it gets bigger.

I love The Amazing Race. When faced with something daunting (like parasailing in Hawaii, triking down a ridiculously long hill in Alaska, trying to find a difficult address, or catching up on my laundry,) I imagine it as a task on The Amazing Race.

Nothing makes me happier than being with family and friends eating good food, sharing good conversation and a few laughs. When I'm with smart and funny people, I could stay there for hours.

1 comment:

Smarty Pants Mama said...

You have such a positive, accomplished tone to your writing! I love it!