Soo…this is the spot where I’m supposed to tell you who I am…but does it really matter? I mean, if I write here enough…and you read enough…won’t you already know who I am? You’ll know that as hard as I try sometimes my grammar sucks, and sometimes my parenting sucks, my outlook sucks…and you’ll learn quick enough that I really like the word “sucks”.
I know, it’s not proper. I don’t care.
You might say I’m having an identity crisis, while I say I’ve always known who I am – just never much cared if anyone else did.
I’m the mother of two and while it doesn’t have to define who I am, it does. I’m the community manager of my household, a wicked smart (did you say it with a Boston accent? cause I did) daughter and friend, and a bit of a spaz.
I geek out on data, specificity, true crime, music and Star Trek.
Live music feeds my soul and I’m a wanna be tortured writer.
I like facts, but find I’m still incredibly naive.
I firmly believe the movie is never as good as the book.
and I love flying.
If you cut me open you’d find coffee running through my veins.
If you’re still reading this, you’re a better person than I am and you should probably stop reading my blog because I’ll corrupt you. (Yes, I’ve also been accused of doing this in my lifetime.)