(Updated 2/15/08)
One of my life dreams is to eventually live off the grid, but remaining close to civilization (i.e. not out in the boonies).
One of my short term goals is to rid our house of the microwave oven. I never use it, but the boy can't function without it.
One of my goals this year is to complete the Scenic Shores, 150 mile bike ride for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. I did it two years, and had a fabulous time, as well as raising a lot of money. I missed it last year because of my wrist problems. I'm starting training for this year's ride as soon as the weather clears.
Thanks to my wrist not healing up as much as I would have liked, I had to skip Scenic Shores this year. I am beyond bummed.
I drink more tea in a single day than a typical British biddy.
Despite all my attempts at green living, I can't seem to break my addiction to Clorox wipes. They're just so easy and useful.
I co-habitate with four cats (Dashel, Katie, Henry & Widget), a boy (davey), and a fish (Fish) (Fish has since passed on to the aquarium in the sky). I hope to expand this to include a puppy and a few more fish soon.
I have three Four gorgeous nephews. And five siblings, that I know of.
I spend free time daydreaming about house remodeling projects, and sketching said projects into notebooks. Most dreams are impractical and fleeting in appeal. But eventually all the notes will form one coherent plan.
Growing up, I was made fun of because I -always- had my nose stuck in a book. But now, I know more than you. So who's laughing now?
I'm photosensitive. I worked graveyard shifts for years until I figured out that I'm not so much of a night owl as I am sensitive to that big ball of bright yellow in the sky. Too much bright light and I get migraines and/or nauseated.
Ironically, I love the outdoors. What's a girl to do? Well invest in lots of swank sunglasses for one. And find a hat style that suits her for another. I'm still working on that second one.
I tend to work in the dark a lot. Which is why I don't always notice when the overhead bulbs in my house burn out.
I sing in the kitchen, bathroom, car, store, bedroom, basement, garden, garage....
I take pictures of the most mundane things.
There is always noise in my house. Silence un-nerves me. I almost always have a movie playing on my laptop, or iTunes playing on my desktop, or the radio on, or something. Even when I'm sleeping/reading/bathing. Complete silence makes my skin crawl.
I've become anti-furniture in my old age. Maybe it's rebellion against how I grew up....Mommom always had proper/real furniture, every piece dusted & shined to perfection, every table and dresser protected with glass, the proper seasonal table-cloth on the dining room table.
I don't own a dining room table (just folding tables for when I host parties/holiday dinners). I don't own a bureau/dresser. No kitchen table. I'd rather have the empty space than the furniture.
Feel free to stop by anytime. But unless you want to see me dancing around the house in my underwear, give a call or knock first, so I know to pull on some pants real quick.
My cats are appalled at my pantless lifestyle, but until they start paying rent, they don't get a say.
My favorite drink at the bar: a Shirley Temple.
I drink a lot of shiraz/syrah at home.
I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I do read celebrity gossip websites. I check perezhilton.com at least once a day.
I like the taste of chewable Vitamin C tablets w/ rose hips. Even the big chalky ones. Yum-yum.
I squeak like Minnie Mouse when I'm tickled. But before you get any bright ideas, I also kick and flail when tickled. So don't try it, unless you're willing to risk bodily harm.
Cows are cute, not food.
I can decide which new appliance to get in under fifteen minutes. But it takes me months to pick a new paint color for the living room.
I'm a wannabe hippie. I was so born into the wrong era.
I'm very OCD. I make lists about -everything-.
Never get between me and an organic new york style plain cheesecake. Things could get ugly real fast.
I cat-sit and baby-sit a lot. The best part of baby-sitting....getting to hand them back at the end of the night. Love kids dearly, but there's a clear advantage to being the "aunt" who gets to do all the spoiling. It's a role I relish.
Ideal pizza: thin crust, loads of fresh mozzarella, massive amounts of wilted spinach, roasted garlic, sprinkling of diced vidalia onion, olive oil, cooked until it's bubbly.
I put garlic in almost everything I cook.
I miss living near a Wawa. Their iced tea is like liquid crack. Mmmmcrack.
Contrary to popular belief I don't hold a grudge. It's more likely that I just can't be bothered to care.
Rarely here. Always there. Never where I need to be.
I answer to:
Alissa
Lis
Lissy
Ali
Brat
Butter
Minnie
Hey You
Bitch
AC
I do not, under any circumstances, answer to: "Dudette!"
Uh. Gag me with a spoon.
