Girl in the Glasses

You found me. And here I was trying to be all inconspicuous and below the radar. I do admit I am a bit of a loud talker.

So this is the part where I’m supposed to go into over-share mode with details about who I am and what makes me get up in the mornings; the-id-to-my-ego explanation of my entire existence.

Excuse me but that would take too long and involve a group session with my therapist(s). Here’s the short version:

I’m a bit fussy. I admit that. I’m also a bit sarcastic…which is a good thing to get out of the way right from the start. You never know how people are going to react and I’d rather you find out sooner than later. I do try to keep it in check but sometimes I forget to hit the pause button.

For  years I worked in public relations but I got tired of writing words for other people (and hearing those words come out all mangled) and it got really boring listening to myself say…

“Yes, I know you wish that the media would just write what you tell them to write but they’re funny that way.”

“No, I can’t put a ‘good spin’ on this. You lied and they know you lied. So now the lie is the story.”

“Did you use the talking points I gave you? The ones I finished at 4am this morning so you’d have them in time for the news conference? Oh. Right. You thought you could just wing it. Well, that worked well.”

I decided that it was time to do something with a little less soul-sucking and a bit more soul-pleasing. So I quit. Then the Mister decided to retire early (he calls it “taking a break”) and we sold up and moved back to his hometown to a little cottage by the bay. And then…we did what we always said we’d do…we went sailing down to the Bahamas. For eight years we had a grand time. In the spring of 2012 we sold the boat. And now we’re using that money to renovate our bungalow…and hoping there’s some left over to do some cheap budget travel.

So what have you learned about me so far? I’m a sarcastic married slacker ex-sailor. What else do you need to know?

I love words but I’m a lousy Scrabble player. Go figure.

I love my coffee so much we brought our espresso maker on board the boat.

I have a daughter who also worked in communications…she has since seen the light and is now a certified yoga instructor.

I can dance your ass off.

I’m seriously thinking about getting a tattoo.

I make bread…yes, from scratch.

I don’t cook. That’s what the Mister is for.

I like crunchy peanut butter.

I like Coke (the kind that goes in a glass, not up your nose.)

If I was American I’d be a Democrat.

I’m a news and politics junkie.

I don’t have cable. I’m all about the Internet, baby.

I don’t believe in god. I respect those who do..as long as they respect that I don’t.

I support gay rights…to the point of being accused of being scared of straight people. *head shake* (This one is a blog-worthy gem.)

I’m pro-choice and not just for abortion.

I like Twitter…but I won’t discriminate against those who don’t.

I think most people are basically good. It’s the insane ones you have to watch out for.

I’m very nice. Ask anyone.

Now you want to know about the Mister? He’s tall, dark and handsome. He loves me. He cooks. What more do you need to know?