My name is Valerie. I like being outside & watching movies & listening to cool live music that isn't deafening. I like to cook some & to read a lot.
Also I have a fabulous blue 1950 Chevy truck. Which seems to have chronic mechanical problems these days. And why are my so-called "friends" so afraid to ride in it? Is it because of the lack of seatbelts? (um, some people say yes.) Is it because if you don't follow my suggestion to lightly close the passenger door & not slam it that it just might open on a left turn? (that only makes the ride more exciting, I promise I'll grab onto you & not let you fall out)
Is it the gun rack? My truck is supposed to be *sexy.* If you see me in it or get to ride in it, you are supposed to be smitten...what the Hell? I know it's not my driving. I drive like a grandma. I kinna have to, what with the lack of power steering & power brakes. I don't, after all, want me or my friend or my date to be smashed. I'm quite careful, really. And parked, my truck looks so awesome. And when it's running great, it really is a fun (& by fun, I mean, life-affirming, thank God you made it to wherever you're going) trip. No really. It's awesome. Wanna take a ride?
And I'm from Austin, Texas. That should seal the deal right there. I'm a Proud Texan but slightly less annoying in my State Pride since I come from The Cool Part of Texas.
If you can't tell from the doctored picture of the Troll (shamelessly lifted from a Photoshop contest on Fark.com), I live in the Fremont neighborhood of Seattle. Ok, well, I used to--I live in Lake City now, but I'm in denial.
Seattle is awesome & I'll tell you a secret: it doesn't rain here nearly as much as the natives would like you to believe.
