It dawned on me this morning that I haven’t really shared who I am, what makes me tick, what ticks me off, and the like. It’s difficult for me to take down enough bricks to let people in, let alone strangers from around the world, but today is your lucky day, my friends. Shit’s about to get fancy!
Mid-Century modern is my passion (read obsession). Nearly all of my furniture pieces are MCM antiques (read cheap and awesome). A good friend of mine told me my home is decorated in “early Catholic rectory.”
I have three brothers: two older, one younger. I grew up with the younger one, but we didn’t all meet until about four years ago. Craziness, I know. We all share the same father, look exactly alike, and all four of us exhibit different aspects of his personality. Very cool.
I used to race a ’95 Porsche 993. It’s the most gorgeous and one of the most iconic of all the Porsche 911 models. It was (is) a great car. She had the sexiest hips on the track. She was the original car of the two-car team of FatDog Racing. Her shiny gloss black body off-set by a classic ’70s Porsche factory lime green side skirt, front splitter and wing. FatDog had the best exhaust growl on the track; a sound somewhere between Kathleen Turner’s voice as Jessica Rabbit and a deep, throaty feline growl. I loved that car; it currently lives in the Clubhouse at Autobahn Country Club in Joliet, Il.
I paint from time to time, but only things to be hung in my condo. I have a number of friends who have claimed ownership of certain paintings in the event of my death. It’s nice to know they want my artwork, yet strange that they’re already clamoring for them. Weirdos.
I’m a professional pianist, but never took a piano lesson. I was given the gift of natural talent and never practice which pisses off many of my musician friends. My piano is a lovely Weinbach Mahogany upright named Stanley. I had to name him so I’d stop beating him with my fists each time Beethoven’s Appassionata got the better of me. I imagine him as a waif-like ginger-haired boy who burns easily in the sun. Could you honestly beat someone like that and feel good about yourself afterward?! See, now you understand.
While we’re on musical things, my iPod playlists are not categorized into musical genres, but into situational genres. For example, DrinkyFace, Bonfires & Booze, PowderedWigs, Swankify, CruisinTunes… I feel they are all very self-explanatory. Who wants to see JAZZ, CLASSICAL, ROCK.
My grandmother’s wedding band is a fixture on my left thumb. Hold… make that one of my grandmother’s wedding bands: the woman was married three times for Pete’s sake.
I wear the same pair of diamond studs every day.
I don’t own a pair of shorts.
I’m a really good cook, as Italian women should be. I love to cook for people; it’s what I miss most about being married.
There are nine tattoos inked into my skin; six are literary, three are pretty things. If you ask me to cover them, you’re going to get the raised eyebrow glare.
I was married for almost twelve years. I’ve been divorced for nearly seven. When asked, I tell people I am single because I am.
I can write a run on sentence that would make Edgar Allen Poe say “wow.”
Grey Goose and tonic with lime. Or Champagne. In that order.
Winter in Chicago is one of my favorite times of the year… typed as we are in the midst of a blizzard with temps that will fall to -46 degrees by tomorrow morning. Yowzas.
I instinctively force humor onto others when in uncomfortable situations. Coping. Mechanism.
It took me twenty years to complete my undergrad degree. I don’t care much for conventional educational institutions. I got into many, many arguments with teachers over the things I felt were illogical, like homework and drawing inside the lines. I am a noncompliant student. My way makes more sense, duh.
I think that about covers it. It’s taken me three days to compile this list. I’m not really one for talking about myself, which seems counterintuitive to someone with her own blog, so I only reference myself and my life in these posts as a means to give insight into situations which you may be facing. (Excellent run-on example right there).
I hope you enjoyed that goofy look into my life. When you’re reading someone else’s words, don’t you wonder what they sound like? Their tone inflection, what makes them chuckle under their breath, the look in their eyes when they say something very personal. This year I’d like to start a vlog that coincides with my blog posts. I’ve been told I’m even more cartoonish and ridiculous live. Won’t that be fun. (sarcasm).