About Me...

A few things I thought I'd share with the universe...

I love all things scary - haunted houses, Halloween, Ghost Hunters, scary movies. What freaks most people out, I say, bring it on.

I like to fish. Really, REALLY like to fish. Put me in a boat with a loaded pole, a cooler of frosty beverages and the sun, and I'm a happy girl.

I feel like I discover musicians before most everyone I know does. I liked The Kills, Cibo Matto and Modest Mouse long before they became commercial. So they belong to me.

8 times out of 10, when I walk or drive past a street light, it goes out. I am magnetic.

My superior sense of smell makes it difficult for me to live what I consider to be a normal life.

It's difficult for me to understand what most men say when conversing via cellphone. It all sounds like "whaa whaa whaaa", you know, Charlie Brown's teacher-speak. I guess it's the tonality or something???

I don't have addictions to any substance. Never have. But I do have an obsession with Jimmy Stewart.

I go a little crazy-happy every autumn. The cool weather, smell of the leaves and burning wood, makes me gladly loopy. It's during this time I'm primed for big crushes and falling a little in love.

Some days I'm 5'7 1/2, some days I'm 5'8 1/2. And yes, I stand up straight every time. No shoes, no socks, no idea.

I'm a woman's woman. And I'm a man's woman. I don't put one sex on a pedestal over another - equality for all. Unless you're a jerk - man or woman, no points for you.

I think Denis Leary, Brendan Fraser, Illeana Douglas and Kelly McDonald are all highly underrated performers.

When I get stressed, running my hands under a faucet of ice-cold water calms me down. It's freeing in a weird way.

A fair-weather friend is a contradiction, and I have no time for contradictions.

Naked man ankles make me cringe. You know, like when men wear deck shoes/loafers and no socks? Cover it up, boys.

I have no desire to be a daredevil. Hang-gliding, sky-diving, white water rafting and motorcycle riding are not on any of my To-Do lists. However, I would like to drive an Indy car, go up in a hot-air balloon, and watch my brother perform surgery someday.

I think that athletes of certain professions should be paid a higher salary than others, and I base this on skill and the potential for injury. In order, highest to lowest, are:

- Hockey (major skill and mad-fast, icy danger)
- Football (major danger and skill)
- Basketball (mostly skill, some danger)
- Golf (skill only, 0 danger factor)
- Baseball (some skill, minor danger)

I have a love/hate relationship with Sundays. I love sleeping in, the Sunday morning NPR programs, and early afternoons, but after 5:00 I get that "tomorrow's a school day" feeling and with every hour that goes by, I get closer to having to be a responsible citizen.

A few things...

First, a shameless plug for the Match Me Up blog.

Go here for the latest dating adventure, in all it's hairy glory. This blog is morphing into something bigger than I expected, better even, and the new heights I hope it to reach seem within my grasp. Time will tell - so read it while it's free. :-)

I am having those restless nights again - something is pressing on my psyche which permeates my REM cycle and doesn't allow me the needed Z's for next-day optimization. I had the weirdest dreams - one was a mix of my dog and a scene from the latest installment of The Real Housewives of New York (talk about a mash gone bad). Maybe I'll post that sometime...it's too fresh and raw to see in print just yet.

I had a meeting today with a fellow writer/creative/comic lover, and plans are in the works for great things. I do enjoy getting to know new people who inspire, encourage, and see the world from similar points of view. Makes the daily grind not so grounding.

Got back to the office, caught up on emails, reached out to a few contacts, and missed a meeting. No biggee, I didn't need to be there and I spent the time in a much better way.

The week ahead is jam packed with meetings, both at work and for outside endeavors. Busy weeks equal faster workdays, which equal sooner weekends. I like.

I get to hang out with my new neighbor on Wednesday night, at a little "get ta know ya" courtesy of my friend Candace. I'm really looking forward to it - I've met him in passing, had quick but very informative conversation, and I know I've only scraped the surface. More than ready to dig in.

I've decided to really delve into this kickboxing "kick" I'm on now. Two classes a week, with a pilates thrown in for good measure every other week, on top of my spinning, swimming and running prep for the late-summer tri should be sufficient for getting in fighting form. Or it just may kill me.

Stay tuned....