About Blogeois

I go by many names, none of which I like so for the time being, let’s use the name “Otto”.

A transplant from the desert southwest, I am a white, middle-aged woman living in the Pacific Northwest for over two decades. I know. That makes me privileged. They, whomever ‘they’ are, say that for every year living in the desert, seven years can be deducted from living in hell. Since living in the desert most of my life, I’m looking forward to a short, hot stay in hell. I love the gray, cloudy PNW where things are green, wet and mossy, and by all means, come visit. Then go back home.

I have no family that I will claim, other than that of my significant other, WS, who feels the same about his family. No, we don’t miss them. Ever.

Up until 2005, I telecommuted for a company that was located several thousand miles away and who treated their remote employees like crap. That company was bought out by a huge corporation that gave the word “crap” a whole new meaning. To make a long story short, I’m still recovering emotionally and financially and am currently unemployed. This horrible period of time could have been significantly reduced had someone told me the layoff wasn’t my fault.

I think I’ll be waiting for that for a long time.

Over a decade ago, when we had money to spend, WS had a house built, a decision I wanted nothing to do with but one that I have come to enjoy. Inside, we have several pets and since none are bald, we vacuum often. That alone helps my asthma tremendously. Several years ago, WS became interested in the South Beach Diet and lost a hundred pounds. I lost thirty. That’s helped with my asthma too.

I used to attend car shows in and around the area and I did well with this hobby. But between the cost of car polish and gas, and with no job to pay for any of it, I ‘retired’ the car from shows. It now resides, half-forgotten, in a garage under a mound of soft towels.

With the downturned economy, I’ve embraced the little things close to home, like bird watching in our backyard and an increased awareness of the comings and goings of people in our neighborhood. A person can really learn a lot from observing the habits and interaction of their neighbors and my neighbors entertain me endlessly. Whether it be Cap’t Dan and The Smokin’ Clan, The Dimmers, The Renters or any one of the other families living nearby, someone’s usually got things stirred up around here. I try extra hard not to be the one doing the stirring.

I also have no life but that’s okay because at this point, I really wouldn’t know what to do with one so I don’t worry too much about it.

Pointless things about me:

• I hate politics.
• I can’t eat enough hot, spicy food.
• I believe in expecting the worst and secretly hoping for the best.
• I’ve met some rock stars in my life.
• At one time, I would have killed to look like a rock star’s girlfriend.
• I hate my body.
• My love of Levi’s 501 jeans was once legendary.
• I got over that when a close acquaintance called them “Man Pants.”
• I have no true friends but like some people more than others.
• I can’t wear glasses because I have a misshapen nose.
• I was bullied throughout my school years.
• I can cook anything.
• I fold my toilet paper.
• I haven’t worn underwear since 1984.
• I plucked my significant other from the cradle if you listen to his mother.
• I once totaled a roommate’s car and speed was involved.
• I once received an A on a pop essay in college and speed was involved.
• I am convinced that I have too many words in my head.
• I am the result of a blind date and once lived in a bath tub.
• I do not know my heritage.
• Growing up, I used to watch “The Big Valley” and “The Dick Van Dyke Show” religiously.
• I am not religious.
• My most treasured possesions as a child was my toothbrush and a box of baking soda.
• I am bitter.
• I will never forgive my parents.
• I think anti-depressants are a bad idea.
• All my neighbors say my life must suck but I could care less because I am married to the smartest guy on the planet, except for that time back in the 90′s when I wanted him to teach me HTML.

That about sums things up. Thanks for reading.