To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955

I’m a 1977 baby (you do the math) – happily married. ex-public servant who dreamt of being Humphrey from Yes, Prime Minister as a young lass, so followed her dream to Canberra. I have the attention span of a gnat.

I’m a flamin hypercondriac. I love to travel but only went overseas for the first time in July 2006 (Thailand and Singapore). I was convinced I was going to be abducted, falsely accused of smuggling drugs, get food poisoning so bad I wouldn’t be able to fly back home and get a third degree sunburn all while butchering the Thai language. (Got the food poisoning and sunburn – thankfully no run in’s with customs!)

I’m a backsliding presbyterian who constantly thinks of her faith but does nothing to nourish it. I have a killer appetite for anything highly preserved, enhanced with additives and bound to make me diabetic just by looking at it. I’m a total clutz. If you can trip over it, fall down it, break it or be impaled on it – I’ll do it. I think exercise is a form of taxation.

I love anything to do with paper supplies. I love my cameras. I start things and don’t finish them. I read like a mad women. I read chick lit in secret and love it more then literature. I have a hidden collection of pop music that I keep stashed in the back room with my street cred music up the front of the house.

I’m a wanna be geek. I know nothing about computers, but I love my mac and my ipod. I rely on my husband to fix things when they’re broken. I work in I&T, but I claim to not be able to spell it, let-a-lone understand it. I’m a slut for interior design. I want to build my dream home. I dream of a big lotto win.

I’m nothing without my spell checker. I love my life, my family, my friends, my messed up mutts, my teddy bear and my husband. I rant and rave and talk about nothing in particular.

The inner inner circle.  Those that have seen me at my best, my worst, my craziest and my weirdest.  They carry pieces of my heart.

A mixture of friends and family and friends.  The crazy ones that help with all adventures and running a muck.

Want to know more about this crazy? Check out Alivicwil.