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37 YO straight, married female. Two kids that are superlative in every way. Not to brag Married to Mr. Ujest for over 11.5 years, have known him 16 years or so. It’s like he’s been there all along. I think he is a Grey or something. He clearly is insane for marrying me.
My life right now is spent working between preschool and elementary school where I usually feel like I’ve let down the teacher with whatever task I’ve been assigned to do. YAY!
I use to be a travel agent. 9-11 didn’t kill that industry. The internet didn’t kill that industry. I did. Every job I have worked for the company goes under. Which means that I can put on a resume anything I freaking want! Not many can do that.
I am self educated, well traveled (The most for my family) and the kind of person that everyone looks to in a time of crisis for assistance. It’s tedious, really. All I want to be is an Attention Whore Drama Queen . Ok, not really, I have no desire to have emotionally trainwrecked people as friends. Being the Go-To person in life has always been me for some inexplicable reason.
I am a very active campaigner to have the alphabet reversed so that All Phone Lists start with the Letter Z, not A, therefore making our family - whose last name begins with an A - the LAST to be called to Work At School/Volunteer stuff. It is more like my mission in life.
I am the type of person that you will hear tittering during a funeral or wedding service. If there is a dirty joke or innuendo to be found, I will find it. If you are on your death bed or convalescing in the hospital, I am your gal for bedside duty to cheer you up. I have had more than my fair share of both and know that everyone takes death and illness way.too.seriously. I mean, really.
That said, I was raised in an Irish Catholic house with four older brothers whom were 18 years to 7 years older than me. I am adopted and have always felt like a single child for more reasons than one. Three are deceased from the a horrid heretidary disease called Muscular Dystrophy. The depressive, Eeyore-like atmosphere I was raised in (“What’s the point of trying…we’ll never win”) took me years to learn how to change my thinking habits and actually try things and get out and do things. Besides my children, a cookie recipe, packing light, teaching my dog to crap in a specific area, growing a garden from seed and driving a stick shift. I am most proud of changing my outlook on things. I still beleive in my basically philosophy of life that No Matter What We Do We Are All Basically Fucked. But now, I’m much happier about it.
Life is so much more interesting when you get involved. Even when you know you are Basically Fucked. Yeah, smile when the apes are flingin’ poo, that’s my motto!
Which does not explain why I have such a High Post Count here on SDMB. You BASTARDS! I could rule the world if you weren’t so damn accessible, fun and more entertaining than a shiny spoon. Damn You All!
I do not subscribe to any organized religions, sports or politics. Since coming to this epiphany in life, my Sundays are now spent sleeping & guilt free. I’ve been thinking of starting my own pajama-based religion that is based on using a 900 number to call in for sermons based on today’s tragressions, not smiting and coveting. That’s so two milleneums ago.
I am a strong beleiver that the only race is the Human Race. We are all like a pack of vibrantly colored crayola crayons. Some are just sharper than others.
A voracious reader, mostly of romances Yeah, mock away. At least I am not a trekkie. My standards are low, but at least I have my pride I am slowly starting to read more worthwhile, less predictable reads. My favorite magazines are Vanity Fair, Ready Made Magazine and Smithsonian.
One talent I have that is exceptional is that I can get anyone to laugh. Except, and I am not making this up, a guy named Harry Weiner who had no sense of humor. I might have been young and my comedic timing off, but he was just a dick.
My hobbies are writing, avoiding housework, drinking pina coladas and getting caught in the rain. Erma Bombeck, PJ ORourke, Groucho Marx and Dave Barry are some of my greatest influences.
I have recently and for reasons unknown to medical science, become partially deaf in my right ear with constant ringing. At least it is not a fax machine tone.I have adjusted to this new developement ( It happened August 1st of this year.) easier than dealing with my slowing metabolism or the eternal quesiton What will I do for the rest of my life?.
What I lack in actual credentials for anything of merit, I make up for in spades in pop culture referances and utter bullshit.
I excell at killing threads and untying knots in shoelaces.