There used to be a joke here about how I was Julie and I’d be your cruise director. Except apparently I am older than dirt because I remember “The Love Boat” when no one else does and mostly that just confused people. And after a year of writing a blog called “In Pursuit of Martha Points,” (as in Martha Stewart) mostly I just succeeded in having the entire Internet calling by names that are not actually mine.
I’m a mmmpphh-mumble-mumble-mrrrph-year-old woman. I work in health care, and started my own business. Ask me about the next time you have insomnia.
Here is my reason for being:
Himself. My husband, the sexy mustachioed one, and the man who wakes me every morning with a cup of perfectly executed coffee and trust me, that ain’t easy. High-maintenance? Pshaw. I laugh at “high-maintenance.” I take a 600 page manual and advanced degree in social engineering to cope with. I am NOT off the rack, baby.
Then there are these three rabid consumers of food:
The oldest is Child B, the girl is Child C and the youngest (that blondish kid on the right) is Child A. We’re a blended family, I have one and two of them tagged along with my husband. But you wouldn’t know it – they’re incredible, smart, oddly low-angst, funny and weird. (That last part may be mostly my fault.)
And finally:
Thing 1 and Thing 2. Evil-er and Evil-est. Our two pedigreed destructo-cats.This photo suggests that they are friends. Which is true if by “friends” you mean two creatures who hate each other and would kill each other with a coat hanger if they only had opposable thumbs to open the closet doors. Meet Topaz (on the left) and Nimbus (on the right). They inspire LOTS of blog posts. Lots and lots and lots.