I can think of a million witty things to tell you, but sadly they’d all be exaggerations because face it – if my life were really all that interesting my publicist would be updating this for me. 
I’m married. I have three children and 2 dogs. I was in the Army, and then I wasn’t. I worked for MCI, and then I didn’t. And then I worked for them again, and now I don’t. I have peripartum cardiomyopathy. If I knew how to turn those last two words into a hyperlink, you could press it and go to http://www.amothersheart.org for more information.
I don’t have a favorite food. I don’t prefer Coke over Pepsi, or vice versa. I won’t eat foods that come in boxes (produce crates don’t count).
Even though I’m not a huge fan of the show I’ve met two cast members from “Trading Spaces.” Both by accident and more than a year apart. Sadly, Ty Pennington wasn’t one of them. He wasn’t the other one, either.
My husband’s cousin has a friend who was sort of kind of dating Paris Hilton. Statistically speaking though, we must all.
My favorite book du jour is The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk-Kidd, but honestly, I’ve never read a book that was a waste of time. Nor have I seen a movie that I didn’t like. I’m in awe of the silver screen and the automatic printing press. If you can get your work onto either, I’m impressed enough to be entertained.
At best, I’m quirky. At worst, I’m down right weird.
I don’t like dead poeple. I don’t mean corpses. I mean dead people. I understand the futility and choose to not care. I will not hold your impending mortality (or morality) against you.
Teeth (or lack there of) are the first thing I notice about people – male or female.