This is me.
I am a happily married, 40-something mother of a 20-something, and I have a love/hate relationship with my job. I have three spoiled rotten dogs and a cat that would be surgically attached to my ass if that was possible. I live in a nice house somewhere in the suburbs of a conservative town that bores me to tears.
I love my husband more than I can ever adequately express in words. We kiss a lot. We dance in the kitchen. We are like a cheesy damn movie. Seriously. Love of my life? Yeah, I found it.
I like cooking. I love eating. I read a lot of books, but not as many as I buy. I think Kindle was the greatest thing invented in this century. I may be a wee bit addicted to social media, namely Facebook and Twitter. I love almost all kinds of music. I like movies. I watch waaaaaaay too much television. I will pack a bag, my computer and camera and travel damn near anywhere.
I have a college degree in mass communications, for what’s that worth these days.
I grew up in Indianapolis, lived in Nashville for almost nine years, and now I live in Virginia.
I love sports: Pro football (Colts, Titans, Bears), college basketball (Big 10!) tennis (the Williams sisters and Andy Roddick) NASCAR (yes, and I have a triple digit; don’t hate) and golf (Tiger!). Back in the day, I was a Pacers fan, but have lost all interest in pro basketball over the years.
I am, in no uncertain terms, a coffee fanatic. There would be a Starbucks in every building if I had anything to say about it. I also really love wine and beer. And tequila. And rum.
I love chocolate without hesitation, reservation or apology. A word without chocolate is not a place I want to live.
I belong to a fitness center where I feel hopelessly out of place.
I cuss like a drunken sailor. I am a Beetle-driving tree-hugger. I respect the opinions of others, and I loathe arguing about politics. Don’t like it? Look elsewhere.
Um, how come I’m just finding out you have a blog? And you’re hilarious! And we have soooo much in common: 40-something, fat girl, buy more books than you buy, love/hate (mostly hate right now) relationship with my job, cooking, eating, drinking (my weight challenge more than anything else), sports, unused fitness membership, and the vocabulary of a pirate (but the communications degree to know when to use “fuck” as an adverb vs. an adjective, e.g. fuckily vs. fucky.
So I didn’t grow up anywhere close to where you did, and I certainly haven’t met the love of my life, except in my head. But trust me, I do a lot of dancing and kissing with him.
Adding you to my blogroll.
Well, hello, my new bestie. You just come over here and we’ll drink and cuss and watch sports and discuss books and figure out how to manage this weight stuff together. I need all the support I can get. And you, my dear, are hilarious on Twitter. You crack me the hell up every single day.
Nona! Where has this blog been? Can I say I LOVE to swear too? The f bomb is my all time foavorite! Don’t tell my mother!
I was once told not to drop the F bomb in the teachers lounge at the school where I was a special ed. teacher of emotionally disturbed teenagers. If you can’t say “Fuck” after a student throws a punch at you, just exactly when CAN you say it?
I like to swear. It’s like verbal punctuation. I’m happy to see that there are other women out there who aren’t afraid to admit that they like to do it, too.