Ah, so you want to actually know about me, eh? What to tell, how much to tell, hmmmn.
Lessee. I'm 40, a Cancer, Female, Divorced and Remarried, and a Mom. I've almost got a degree, was making good money in the secretarial field before I stopped to love my babies. Now I stay at home with them, and am 2 PE classes away from my degree (bleah). I stand 5' 7 1/2", prepregnancy weight was 146 (don't ask!), my hair is usually blue or purple, and grows out of my head brown. I've got eyes that are usually hazel, but turn green when I'm so angry I'm close to doing violence, and can't see farther than 4 inches without correction. I'm also incredibly conceited about my intellect, very negative about my appearance and artistic ability, and scared and thrilled about raising people. (For more on my thoughts about that, see the Ah, Motherhood page.)
So, there's the demographic breakdown, near as I can figger. Oh, and, here's some more of what I look like:
This action shot was taken when me & my ex-husband regularly hosted
"NERF WARS" for our friends, basically running around in a nearby school
shooting each other. Keeping up with the latest and greatest nerf
weapons got really expensive!
D'you
see the pink thing on my leg, there on the right? That's my membership
badge for BayCon - a scifi convention I was attending when this was taken.
If you want to know more about that, find BayCon's website at Baycon.org.
And, yeah, the state of the pants, all that is natural wear & tear.
Those pants are about 6 years old in that shot which is at least 10 years
ago - yeah, I still have 'em, and no, I probably don't still fit into 'em,
but, hey, I had a freakin' baby!
And speaking of my most darlingest angels....here's some shots of
the first one, and Daddy. For more of the baby pics, go to
the Ah, Motherhood page.
The larger bald guy with the goofy grin is my sweetie, my husband,
and father of my children. We're both divorced, and when I found
out I was pregnant, we discussed, and decided we didn't either of us really
want to get married again. That was years ago. Then, we changed
our minds, and DID get married. Guess why. So I can get health
insurance. Let's not suffer from any romantic delusions, now, eh?
[scoff] His blog is on MySpace. He's The
Man.
Online, I go by Macha - which is the feminine version of macho. You can interpret THAT one any way you want.
Here's some pictures of my tattoos - well, some are, one is me nursing,
but you can pretty much see the tats. For the collage of my
newest tattoo, so you know, the tattoo goes all the way around my arm,
hence the need for a collage. Hurt like F**K!!!! And I thoughtfully
edited out my scary armpit hair, so, just be thankful. Next to it
is the picture of the bruise I got while getting tattooed. I guess
he was holding onto me really strongly because I made a joke about punching
him in the face involuntarily.
The expression you see on my face in the fourth picture, incidentally, is a grimace of pain. For those that don't know, nursing is a painful, steep learning curve. I debated putting up this picture, since it IS my boob, but, my little lamprey looks so cute!
So, that brings us to the question I'm sure you've already asked. In the words of a former coworker, "So, do you got some death fetish or something?" No. As you can probably tell, I'm about as far away from Goth as a person can be without actually being Pat Buchanan, and I'm not really sure why the skeleton image resonates so strongly with me. Let's see if I can pull some kind of explanation out of my ass, here: I really think that one of the fundamental keys to happiness in this life is to understand that it is going to end. And it's going to end when you least expect it - Death is capricious. So, might as well accept the capriciousness, enjoy it, (the dancing skeleton), and proceed with love, doing the best you can (the see no evil, etc.)
There, how was that?
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