The pressure is on to say something witty or existential on this, the front page.  And true to my Chicken Little nature, the pressure proves too much. I've been staring at this page for over an hour (okay, and granted, the majority of the time has been taken with staring at the cars* going over the bridge, trying to convince my dogs and cats that I don't have any food for them (then sneaking chocolate when they're not looking), and wondering what I should have for lunch), but still, I'm on the page and staring.

And not a darn thing is coming to me, other than the urge to confess every misdeed in my life (I think it's the metaphorical spotlight of being the focus of a website). What are my misdeeds you ask?  When we get boxes of chocolates from friends, I go through the box and take a bite out of the chocolates that I want.  I know, I know.  It's shameful. I'm a grown woman, what the hell am I doing gnawing on chocolate like a freakin' squirrel in nut withdrawal?

But it's true. I am a "I call Dibbs!" woman with the chocolate.

What else?

When I applied for a job with the government, I had to write a speech. So I did, and I referenced "Helpers Helping the Helpless," from Disney's The Weekenders, but I forgot to footnote the reference. In the middle of the night, I still wake up, drenched in a cold sweat, waiting for the spirit of Walt Disney to appear and kick my ass.

Please come and take a look around my site, shoot me an email.

Thank you for visiting my site.

*The original website desgin included a Flash thingy of cars driving over the bridge. It was super cool...I thought about re-writing the introduction, but the truth is, it's bang on my personality. I spend a lot of time staring at the computer screen (and fighting the animals for my food), so why not stick with the truth, eh?

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