Okay okay I did it.
Um now what? I suppose I'm supposed to write something pithy. Hell I'll be happy if I can just keep the spelling and grammar in check.
Here goes.
Who am I?
Married in Fall '06, 30 something chick living in the great land of Cascadia. In fact I just relocated Red (that's my working name for my husband) from Portland to Seattle area. Yes he's following me because sometimes you just get that job with all the perks that's silly not to go. So we went. Which means we're in the process of selling our lovely Portland home (dammit) and moving in to ghetto apartments while Red finds THE job so we can do another fabulous house. It's the smart move to make as buying right away doesn't make sense until we know where he's working so we can coordinate our commutes. How's that for fair?
We are also easily distracted by bright shiney objects, like say anything. We do not like cleaning. At all. We have come to the conclusion we must absolutely have someone come in and clean but the damn budget thing is in the way. Crap. So we're finishing the final touches on our Portland house.
For those of you who eventually find your way here - you may be thinking he cool he moved to follow your carreer, snork I'll just brag and say yes, he's fabulous and this is the 2nd time he's done it. The first time we we're doing the long distance thing knowing we just needed to get in the same city to test this relationship out. So yeah when his job plans fell thru in LA three days before a visit with me he visted and just didn't go home. Talk about jumping in. He's damn cool and we're damn lucky and smart to be together. That and he's hell of a cook, great in the sack and just this side of fabulous (thankfully). Okay enough about him, me dammit this is supposed to be about me.
Me - PDX native. Born here. Love it here. I'm your classic PNW crunchy, hippy dippy, liberal, meat loving, indie, buisness woman with a up and coming career. I'm the person who blends in sort of, well at least until I open my mouth. Unless it's some of my famiy, then it just doesn't pay. I'm the odd one out already I don't need to make it worse. Why yes I do have issues, my baggage is bedazzled with sparklies and the fake fur stuff. It's fabulous. I'm sure you'll here more about this as time goes by.
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2 comments:
It's you! I guessed your secret identity!
Fantastic Introduction.
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