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ONCE UPON A TIME…
BEAST OF BABY
Born in Tampa, February ’73, I wasn’t the happiest tot. It’s clear in all but one pic. A mad little beast & with good reason, perhaps, considering my arrival. Trapped, doctors broke my neck & back so I could bust loose. But, hey, no complaints, I’m here! Lucky twice the fold, being a chance byproduct of teen hippie love.
Wild & free at sweet 16, these two weren’t ready for me. It all worked out despite early dirt poor days in Tampa’s Suitcase City. Lanky, mute shy tomboy kid-creative, I was a child artist, winning the first competition at age 6. Two years later, circa 1981, things would change.
GRIME TO GHOST TOWN
At age 8 we moved to Fort Lonesome. Ironically, in sleepy sticks where bovine held more weight than cable TV, my uncle gave us one of these. Young at the brink of tech, I bonded with that boxy little machine, pursuing art all the same. After all, art was fun. So was MS-DOS & writing to floppy…
Versatile lives, careers over the years: Transportation Logistics (I survived #Convoy) to Culinary & Pastry, et al… (cake baker to pizza maker – please don’t ask me to bake your wedding cake, not happenin’ #PersianCatIncident).
NOT SO SUPER MODEL
Former model, but not so super. Catwalk on the runway was brief. Cancelled a contract ages ago & never looked back. I say catwalk; it was more like a stumble. I wasn’t very good – tall, but clumsy & can’t fake a smile to save my life.
ALL OR NOTHING
A buck twenty or stopped. Hot mess or meticulous’ness. Playful or serious. Black or white. Yes or no. Love or hate. All or nothing. At the end of the day, this is me. Money, sure, nice to have but not my essence.
STRONG YET WEAK
Vegetarian since childhood. Fit, trim health minded gal. Habitually falling victim to chocolate vices.
SHY & MEEK
Soft spoken, low talker. Champ at avoiding confrontation.
I KILL MACHINES
Tolerant of humans. Gadgetry, not so much. Perform the task = live. Malfunction = the device dies.
No candle lit dinners. No long walks on beach. When not working I’m working. In my spare time you’ll find me working. No beau. Still a fan of sappy love songs (let me pretend).
ALL NATURAL INGREDIENTS
200% female plus independence, offbeat grace, & overactive imagination. Hate the color pink, shopping malls, & all things pretentious; no high muckamucks.
Animals, art, books, boxing, chocolate, comedy, more chocolate, loud music, strong coffee, real people, & being horizontal doing absolutely nothing.