I used to be a geeky IT technical writer for a government contractor in northern Virginia. For fun, I have been known to put together a mean bulleted list and, no matter the time or distance, some things are just incurable – like the burning desire to color code everything in sight.
I am now a geeky part-time consultant in the suburbs of Denver, Colorado. Our three sweet, feral children are Emma (age 9), Seth (age 5) and Rachel (age 3). We have a dog named Butters. I joke about keeping chickens. My husband is serious about bees. We’ll see how that all goes.
I don’t think I qualify as a responsible adult so it’s a huge help that I’m married to one. Kevin is tall, dark, handsome and wicked smart. Sadly, he’s not from Southy and does not have a cute Boston accent but that might be his only failing. He has such a huge range of hobbies and accomplishments that your eyes would roll if I listed even a portion of them. I’m very proud of him. I will obnoxiously brag about him. You have been warned.
In addition to writing, I like to bike, run, hike, ski, and I spent many mornings one summer learning to row. I want to be a much better, leaner, faster athlete. In my head, it seems like I should be able to run ultras, bike centuries, and carve mountains like a mofo, but the reality is that I have a hard time sticking to any sort of consistent training schedule or diet, so I’m in no shape for that. Instead, I drink wine and watch P90x commercials. I fight the lazy on a daily basis.
As proof that I’m completely out of touch with reality, I signed up for a 120-mile bike ride in July, the Triple Bypass, so, you can check here to see how that’s going from time to time. (edited: I trained for it, mainly. I went up a lot of mountains. I wasn’t ready by the time the ride arrived. I didn’t end up doing it, I *did* go to a fun party that day instead.)
I am astonished that I am not living in a box down by the river. I have a great life despite my chronic underachievement and procrastination. I’m good at sarcasm, avoiding crowds, and my legs have been measured and are of surprisingly equal length. I smile a lot.
Notable among my many failings: a complete lack of fashion sense and sometimes questionable social skills and hygiene. I’ve drunkenly begged well-dressed PTA moms to take pity on me and take me shopping (no takers). I own more fleece jackets and flip flops than a grown woman should. And, I knowingly commit the most heinous of sins: I wear them together. I fit in pretty well in Colorado – I just need a visor and cargo shorts (a golden retriever named Dakota wearing a bandana would top things off nicely, too). I’m known for taking things a weeeee little bit too far and not knowing when it stops being funny. Feel free to cut me off at any time.
How did I end up at Notty Pea? Read about the site’s origins.