I’m a painter and a clothing designer (first came the painting, then came the clothing). I run my little one-woman empire out of my house with my only employees being my 5 cats who are around for moral support. Due to the fact that I am a mother who never leaves my home because of work (and because of a general sense of irritation caused by interacting with the public), and due to the fact that my husband is usually on the road for his work- I started my typed rantings on myspace. This proved to be very therapeutic for me. I kept ranting even when my husband was in town- this also proved very therapeutic for our marriage.

I like cats. I like Neil Diamond. I like Kansas (the state… not the band… the band sucks). I like my kid… probably a lot more than I like you. I like Ed Asner. I like chickens (preferably as pets, not as food). I like Hee-Haw. I like my unwavering stance that girls are better than boys on every level. I like all my female partners-in-crime so much that I’d take a bullet for each and every one of them (but I’d prefer for those bullets to not all come at the same time). I like being loud. I like jumping on furniture. I like anything with massive amounts of sugar in it in very very large quantities. I’d like to eat these things with massive amounts of sugar in it for every meal- and I don’t care about my weight. I like painting. I like drawing. I really like the color pink. I like not owning a hairbrush. I like driving my husband insane with my obsessive-compulsive tendencies. I like a clean house… but I don’t like that I’m not very good at keeping a clean house. I’d like for someone to come over and make me dinner every night. Would you do that for me? What if I said please?…. No? Go to hell.

These are a few more things I like……