About MeAbout Mehttp://www.dirtyflowergirl.com/about-me/2011-07-25T07:32:55ZSquarespaceAbout DirtyFlowerGirlhttp://www.dirtyflowergirl.com/about-me/2011/7/25/about-dirtyflowergirl.htmlGwenyJ2011-07-25T07:29:45Z2011-07-25T07:29:45ZEvery time I try to write an “about me” something or other, I just feel daft. I’ll try and give it a go. Perhaps I’ll do a “sweep the kitchen” kind of thing and say whatever comes to mind.
I enjoy man humor. That doesn’t mean I want guys to say whatever the hell comes to mind whenever I’m around – some filter, please, fellas. But I’m not the type of girl to gasp and shout “Well, I NEVER!” at the slightest show of distasteful comedy. I rather like it.
Sometimes I try to be lady-like. Other times I can throw a cussing fit better than Yosemite Sam.
I’m not powder puff-ery at all. I’m like a borderline tomboy, with a touch of girlishness: a tomboy with chandelier earrings and nail polish.
I have trouble accepting compliments – I’m working on that. I tend to use sarcasm and self-deprecating humor whenever I’m nervous, angry, or just awake. I also have a mean streak, which I attribute to the barely –there red tint to my natural hair color. You know what they say about red-heads.
I have a beautiful child, and I am a single mother. Being a mother is not the only thing that defines me (I refuse to wear “mom jeans” or drive a mini-van. Ever), but there is nothing like the love of a child. Hearing that sweet little voice say, “I love you, Mommy,” followed by a big grin is pretty awesome.
I hate the word “awesome.”
I can’t stand it when someone tears out a piece of notebook paper and doesn’t clean out the teeny little paper piece remnants.
My high school physics teacher said I have an orderly mind. I don’t know what to say to that.
I love music. All kinds. I sing & dance around the house. I sing & dance in the car. I sing & dance at work. Yes, I look stupid. No, I don’t care.
I’m allergic to cats, so I’ll never be a “crazy cat lady.” Phew. Mark that fear off the list.
I make lists. And I can be a bit neurotic.
I have asthma.
I was thinking about starting smoking since they’ve invented those electronic cigarettes. Wrong, I know.
I’ll never throw away my Joey Lawrence cd.
I’ve had what seems like 800 jobs, but I’ve decided to take some time off and become a real writer. I practically write in my sleep. It’s time to try to make something out of it. As far as my other jobs go, I’m just gonna “Office Space” it: “Yeah, I’m just not gonna go.”
I love books – I often try to read 5 or more at a time – but I really don’t have time to read. I wish I could do that Edgar Cayce thing where he slept on a book and “absorbed” it overnight.