Electradaddy was kind enough to refer people to my blog yesterday, so for the uninitiated I thought I would take this opportunity to sum up my life and my blog in a
few bunch of long-winded bullets.
- I was born and raised in Sumner, WA, the rhubarb pie capital of the world. Growing up, I guess I did eat a lot of rhubarb pie, but I never heard about this whole “capital of the world” business until a few years ago. It’s all about branding and marketing I guess.
- I’m still friends with many of the people I grew up with in Sumner. You will find I still talk about them often.
- I moved away to go to college in 1987 where I met Scott. We got hitched in 1990. He’s a computer programmer turned professional photographer. He took this photo of me and smoothed out my wrinkly face, so he’s a keeper. He’s also my best friend, my biggest fan, and the funniest person I know.
- Scott and I have a 13-year-old son, Finn, who is a computer nerd/percussionist/EDM fan/champion talker. He’s been a pretty fun and easy kid. You know, when I haven’t felt like choking him.
- I am the youngest of four siblings, but my sister and two brothers are all 6-10 years older than I am. As a result, I have both youngest child and oldest/only child traits. So while I’ve always been a bit of a carefree goof who likes to entertain people, I’m also a well-organized people-pleaser who likes to run things.
- Allow me to illustrate this point. I was a straight A student, but I did all my homework in front of the television. My house looks clean, but you can never have too many junk drawers. I have always paid my bills on time and balanced my accounts to the penny, but I rarely shop for the best deals or cut coupons, because that would cut in to my television time. I have been a manager in the federal government for many years, but I’ve never met a “fun” team-building exercise I didn’t like.
- I come from a funny family, and I was raised on a steady diet of Mad and Cracked magazines, Archie comics, Cheech and Chong records, Saturday Night Live, Johnny Carson, 70’s and 80’s sitcoms, Truly Tasteless Jokes books, Reader’s Digest’s “Life in These United States,” HBO and Showtime comedy specials I secretly watched at my grandparents’ house, David Letterman, my brothers’ teasing, and my mom’s sarcasm.
- I have always loved pop culture, and making people laugh. I wrote my first parody song at around age nine. It was about Clearasil, and was sung to the tune of “Stairway to Heaven.” I think I still have it stored in a box somewhere. It was terrible. My second effort, a parody of “General Hospital” sung to the tune of John Stewart’s 1979 Top 5 hit “Gold” (look it up kids), was way better, but I didn’t keep a copy of that one. Figures.
- I was always trying to say and write funny stuff, but it was hard to be the Class Clown (youngest) and the Voice of Reason (oldest). The Voice of Reason was usually much louder and won out.
- In college I was going to major in journalism, but I didn’t take one journalism class and instead settled on an English degree, because I fell in love with a guy in one of my first English classes. I also liked to read, and I could string a few sentences together to write papers and get good grades. I never wrote fiction. Making up stuff is hard, yo!
- After college I got a sweet government job where I interacted with claimants and made them laugh and feel at ease while I explained a whole bunch of rules (some good and some bad). It was right up my alley. I loved that job and I was good at it. I eventually moved to Seattle and started working in a quality component (the people who make sure the rules are followed!) with no public contact, and I’ve been in a management position for about 13 years. I have a great job.
- Over the years people have told me my emails were funny and I should write a blog. But I figured my life was pretty dull and, more importantly, if I wrote a blog I worried people would hate it or ignore it. But then my parents had a lot of personal and health issues that seemed to be sucking up my energy (in other words, I was totes co-dependent), so I went to therapy and paid someone to tell me I care too much about what people think about me. Duh!
- Seriously, I loved therapy and am now a huge fan (assuming you get the right therapist). Part of my self-assigned therapy was doing hard things that scared me. So two years ago I started this here blog, and if no one read it but my friends from grade school, then so be it. Turns out I have received wonderful feedback, and I’ve made a bunch of new online friends as a bonus.
- You won’t see me talk much about my work or politics or religion, because I like my job and I want to keep it. Also, other people seem to have that stuff covered. Also, duh, boring.
- So what DO I talk about? I talk about the weather, Seattle, Seattle weather. Ummm, what else? I talk about my teenage kid—when he lets me. I wax nostalgic about the 80’s. I make fun of myself and the strangers who ride the train with me. I write posts about the books I’ve read. I dig music, so I’ll make playlists or tell stories about recent concerts I’ve attended. I share stories and some pictures from Scott’s photography gig. And I mention that I’ve met Vanilla Ice a lot (I’m a sucker for a running gag).
- You’ll see me talk a lot about my friends, many of whom I have known for almost 40 years. In fact, I’m meeting some of them for tonight for dinner. Some people hoard shoes or baseball cards or old VCRs. I hoard people. Once I decide we’re friends I’m hard to shake. You’ve been warned.