Firstly, I am sick and tired of putting this off, so here goes!
I am a wife, a daughter and a sister, in that order, and I am so lucky to have the most wonderful husband, mom, and brother on the planet.
I am kind of a chatterbox 1-on-1, but in groups tend to clam up. That's one reason this blog has been such a great thing for me. I feel like I'm 1-on-1, but with a group of great supporters.
I am not career-driven and am not ashamed. Although I'm not 100% sure I could do the full-time Mommy thing, I'd sure like a crack at it.
I am pretty damn funny, but probably make jokes a little too much sometimes.
I am happiest when hanging out with just W and our pooch (and eventually I hope to include some offspring!). Sometimes when we're hanging out in bed on a Sunday morning or on the couch, I envision a little baby with us. I try to avoid doing so, but it does happen...
I am still reconciling myself with being infertile after 3 ½ years. (see pathetic visualizations above)
I am a grammar snob and wish that I could rid the world of ill-used quotation marks. I'm sorry but I'm not going to order "Shrimp" Fried Rice. I'm just not. Nor will I attend your yard sale with "TONS" of "GREAT" stuff. Sounds like a small pile of shit to me. I warmly welcome alerts to any grammatical improprieties in my blog or elsewhere.
I am usually very independent, but sometimes relish the chance to depend on W. He rocks.
I am a really good sleeper.
I am constantly planning. Not necessarily Blackberry, calendar style planning, but more like planning out the evening, or my use of Tivo, or what I might say next, or my route to work. It's kind of OCD-ish now that I'm thinking about it.
I am planning to see someone about my very recently self-diagnosed OCD.
I am 7dp3dt and it's friggin' killing me.
I am not a poet.