"I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again"
I don't edit this enough. I'm trying to keep up with it. Basically, anything you can't figure out from my interests or my journal or my list of communities you can find out by you know, by asking me.
Most of my journal is friends-locked, but I'm not terribly snippy about adding people, I'm just shady. Most of my LJ friends are people I know or have met IRL, but I don't use that as a ruler for adding new people. *my life is super drama-tastic right now, so i'm probably going to be more eyeball-y than usual--but probably only to people tangental to my life anyway*
If you need to get in touch with me in the real world, you can find out how to do that here.
Summarizing; here's me-- I'm 29, I'm a MOM to a boy who is ten (and if that doesn't make all of you feel old!), and is probably too smart for his own good. He's severely mentally ill and autistic; and that ripples through almost every aspect of all of our lives--You don't raise a kid for nine years and understand easily that they've become special needs overnight, and that your whole world has turned upside down--it's a process. I'm a book nerd, and I can't ever bear to part with them. My apartment looks like a library threw up on it. I'm a slightly-more-than-casual video gamer. I'd probably be a hardcore gamer if I had any hand-eye coordination at all. I'm a fattie. Which is totally rocktastic, by the way. I spent to many years hating my body for no good reason. I'm also pretty tall by chick standards (5'10") which can be pretty useful. I'm a perpetual pedestrian. I'm really generally not terribly interesting. I have a quiet life, I do boring, self-contained stuff, and I don't really do the wild and crazy let down my hair thing very often. I think I got that all out of my system in high school. I'm also a multiple stroke survivor. this means you're not allowed to call me on my spelling when it's really bad. That's about the only advantage to it, though. I bake. I mean I BAKE. hardcore. Monstrosities of cake exhibiting style and taste shocking wonder-ness. I still suck at fondant, but I'm getting there. Also, I'm a really bad Cajun, because I eat neither spicy food nor seafood. Also, my French sucks. For shame.
Also, I have a wish list. And so does the spawn. (which gets shipped to me because he's eight and I'm not an idiot)
If you're fascinated by the idea of purchasing me something (and really, who isn't?) but don't like buying stuff from a wish list (which I use largely to plan future purchases and covet things I can't afford) I collect pigs, especially monokuro boo. And Toads. Things that waller in the mud, really. Cake pans. CAKE PANS. If you ever decide to try to win my heart with trinkets, CAKE PANS. and baseball hats. I collect them, and my kid keeps stealing them. (Phillies hats, I'm not some sort of...monster.)
Lastly, bonne à rienne is a Cajun Slang term (and I'm also told it's used in parts of France as well)-- a very *direct* translation is good-for-nothing woman. The implications and tone of the word are generally slut, bitch, tramp, ball breaker, tease. I Love this word.
I've never bothered to put this to my LJ, even though I've had it for years--I always forget about it, even though I think people connections are cool. So here:
Misty's bookshelf: read
All that you touch You Change All that you Change Changes You The only lasting truth is Change God is Change