Ok, I’ll indulge in talking ABOUT ME. That’s basically what this whole blogging thing is about, right? I am a Children and Young Adult Librarian (this is a pretty cruel joke in and of itself, without the added torture of barrenness) who is apparently incapable of popping an egg out of my ovaries in any sort of timely fashion without the aid of drugs that make me want to murder someone. I have been diagnosed with PCOS and endometriosis which explains a veritable lifetime (or you know, 14 years since I started my period) of irregularities and general misery. Also, makes me wish I hadn’t spent so much money on hormonal birth control pills. Eff. I’m fairly straight laced. Not a huge drinker/don’t do drugs. No tattoos or arrest records.
Husband is a technical sergeant in the United States Air Force. He’s national guard, which would normally mean he just has a part time obligation, but he’s one of the few who is a full timer-which is a great gig to have. It means we don’t have to worry about being moved around, but we still get some pretty awesome military benefits.
I have too many animals. Four cats and three dogs. Most days I’m pretty amazed I found a man who could deal with that. Especially since I take a freakish amount of pictures of these furry beasts and show them around. A LOT. The cats all have literary names. No judgement allowed.
I promise to never say LOL, BD (seriously people, say “have sex” or even something profane, but “baby dance”? It’s just creepy), DH, threaten to sprinkle you with the dust of babies, or any other really annoyingly overused acronyms. If you’re offended I’m sorry. Except I’m not.
If you’re looking for some serious irreverence, you’ve come to the right place. If not I’m sorry. Except I’m not.