HOPELESS WORKAHOLIC. KILLS MACHINES
No candle lit dinners. No long walks on beach. When not working I’m working. In my spare time you’ll probably find me working. No beau. Still a fan of sappy love ballads (let me pretend)…
Patient, adaptable, and pretty tolerant of humans. Gadgetry, not so much. I’ve been working with computers and technology since age 8. Perform the task=live. Malfunction=the device dies.
BEAST OF BABY
Born in Tampa circa ’73, I’m a chance by product of fleeting teen hippe love. I was an angry little beast, it’s clear in all my baby pics (except one)… understandable considering my arrival, almost not makIng it. But no complaints, I’m here.
FOODSTAMPS – CRAYOLA – GHOST TOWN, THE EARLY YEARS
Wild and free at 17, these two weren’t ready for me. It all worked out despite dirt poor beginnings in Suitcase City. A lanky, mute-shy tomboy, I was a child artist, winning the first competition at age 6. Two years later we moved to Fort Lonesome. Ironically, in sleepy sticks where bovine held more weight than cable TV, a geeky/military uncle gave us one of these. Young at the brink of tech, I bonded with the boxy little machine, still pursuing art all the same. After all, art was fun. So was MS-DOS and writing to floppy.
SURVIVING CONVOY, WEDDING CAKES, FASHION MODEL MISERY, ET AL…
Versatile careers over the years range from Transportation Logistics (rush/air cargo operations including organ transplant flights, etc no pressure) … to caregiver (lived with great grandmother most of my twenties) … to culinary/pastry, and more (childhood family business wedding cake/florist, having said that, please do not come to me for a 6-tier wedding cake, not happenin’ (#ThePersianCatIncident).
A former model, but not a “super” one. Not even close. My catwalk was brief; cancelled a contract decades ago and never looked back. I say catwalk — it was more like a stumble. Tall but clumsy, can’t fake a smile to save my life.
MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES. EVER-CHANGING. GLORIFIED A.D.D.
Versatility, nonstop curiosity, and offbeat grace are fueled by an overactive imagination. Allergic to shopping malls, pastels, and pretentiousness, no high mucka-mucks.