Stuff about me in no particular order:

I spent my first few years in Yorktown Heights, NY. I moved to New Jersey for my "formative years", lived with my first husband in Cincinnati, and then moved to Virginia after my divorce. Every time I move, I seem to migrate south!

I sprained my right ankle 15 times when I was 15 years old. I suppose that's a symmetry of sorts.

I spent a year and a half as a member of a cult church. They expressed their love for Jesus by hugging lots of people and telling those people that they were going to hell if they didn't belong to their church. Retention sucked. No stockpile of ammunition, either.

I hate Cincinnati, but I really miss Skyline Chili, Graeter's Ice Cream and Montgomery Inn Ribs. Don't miss the Catholics though.

Cincinnati is actually a hotbed of underground pagans. I think a bunch of Catholics got together and reverted. When my first husband and I moved to Cincinnati, the welcome wagon came to the house while I was at work. The woman asked if we'd be going to the local catholic church down the street. My ex said that he was catholic, but I wasn't. The woman's smile froze and she then said, "oh. Well I'm sure she's still very nice." Apparently, a person's nice-factor is determined by religious preference. This might apply when discussing satanism.

Those same neighbors later decided that we must be devil worshippers because we had parties involving tiki torches and never went to church. I'd better warn Pier One that they are providing ritualistic tools to the satanic practitioners in Cincinnati.

I have a hummingbird fetish.

I have a teenaged daughter. She thinks everything about me is very "not cool". It's official, I'm old.