About Me
I like to dress up. I'm sure if I had been born a man, I would have chosen a drag queen as one of my professions because clothing options for men are somewhat limited.
Speaking of professions, I don't have one. I've had many jobs though and did get a degree in Social Work. Really, I was born a social worker and had to get a degree to justify job descriptions. I could never have just one job for my entire life. I used to keep track of my jobs and how long I remained in them. I set a one hour record when I worked in a dry cleaners. I knew right away I had to escape. My average length of employment seems to be about three to four years, about the same time I stayed happily married. Hmmm, do I see a pattern?
I work in a plant nursery now because I am a flower floozie. I become obsessed with plants and feed my addiction through my job. My friend, Denise, is my boss who also falls under the classification of floozie but only when plants are involved.
I have a twenty-year-old son, Matthew, who is the love of my life. He challenges my thinking which is good because I am getting older and need to keep my brain working. I dressed up quite a lot when Matthew was in elementary school so now whenever the tiniest possibility of donnig a costume arises, I am there to encourage others to dress up with me. Sometimes, I resort to closing my front door and, well...I'll talk more about that later, maybe.
I live in an old purple house with three cats and, of course, numerous flowers and herbs and perennials and NOT ONE BLADE OF GRASS. Curious about my garden? Good.
I won a contest in the local newspaper, The Chico Enterprise Record, to write a column about my family. I've been rotating a spot in the Sunday edition with three others since last year. Unfortunately, my time as a columnist is almost up and I still have not been syndicated. If any syndicators are out there, please give me a holler.
Unlike the careers I never had, I have written all my life. I wrote a book in the third grade about our German Shephard, Sam. The book disappeared when my family moved from Tennessee to California. I'd like to blame someone for that. I wrote a lot of bad poetry as a teenager and other stuff which I would usually destroy out of fear. Fear someone would read it and be mad at me. I don't like people to be mad at me. I'm thinking about blaming that on my childhood too. I just need to find that exact spot on a time line in my youth. I still destroy some of my writings which gives my friend, Heather grief.
I think I will stop here.