I’m thirty-two but I like to tell people I’m thirty-seven.  That way they tell me how great I look for my age.  I have a fabulous husband, two fabulous kids and an okay car.  I used to refer to my husband as What’s-His-Face which got shortened to WHF.  That kinda looked like WTF so I started calling him Face.  You know, like the good-looking guy on the A-Team.  Recently we went out an afternoon date (date night is difficult when you have two small children) and saw Iron Man 2 with Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury.  Now I think I’ll call my husband Fury.  He likes comic book characters.  His real name is Nicholas and it’s kinda ironic, calling him “Fury.”  Once he got so mad that he threw an inflatable chair at a window.  He’s hilarious.

One of my fabulous children is Adelie.  She’s four and a half, charming, intelligent, tall (for her age), beautiful, artistic in an abstract sort of way and she’s in love with the color green.  I like to call her Fiction because her name is pronounced Add-a-lie, you know, like “subtract the truth.”  Hey, if you’re going to make up your last name shouldn’t you name your first child Adelie?

The other fabulous child is Duncan.  He’s one and a half, a little on the skinny side, and kinda demanding.  But what he lacks in manners he makes up for with sarcastic “adorability”.  His middle name is Idaho John and I like to call him Idaho John (of course I call it out like the sound track of “Raw Hide”.)

Of course, that’s them and not me.  I am not defined by my family am I?

I am a Mama’s girl.  I love my dad but I have an addictive need to talk to my mother every day.  I am  a photographer, a writer, a supervisor for the Parks and Rec department.  I am a stay at home mom who never stays at home.  You can find us at the pool, library, playground, hiking trail, beach, or gym.  I like zombie movies and romantic poetry.  I like TV.  I like to blog.  I feel it makes me look a more interesting person than I am.