It is always hard to write about myself. I think people expect you to write something witty, adventurous, exciting, and maybe a little nasty about yourself and I simply can't do that.
There is of course my standard stuff I put down, you know married three daughters, blah, blah, blah. Boring.
All that's true of course but come on, how many people out there can say the same thing. I repeat, boring.
I love designing and making jewelry, I can draw when the notion strikes me, I hate TV, love my family, and I write and write, and write.
I come from a large family that was raised by a single mom and she managed to keep us out of trouble for the most part. Hey she was raising five head strong, stubborn, and opinionated people who managed to make it to adult without long criminal record, actually without any, who have been productive, paid taxes, some served in the service, two became police chiefs, I'm proud of them, independent human beings.
That too sounds boring as well but I guaranty you that it wasn't for my mom. Believe me we gave that poor woman a run for her money. Oh course she did us as well. Now that woman was a hoot.
Anyway this was suppose to go on my about me and it ended up being a blog. I told you I write.
When I started this I wondered who in the hell would be interested enough in what I have to say to read my blog. Amazingly there are a few who are.
Now this is where I generally interject some humorous little tidbit to lighten the mood and tone. So here it is, "Humorous tidbit." That's it. Now you can leave this site laughing out loud, laughing your ass off, or even rolling on the floor laughing your ass off, it is entirely up to you. Personally I would just slap my hand to my forehead and go "crap."
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?