Well, what to say about me that I haven't said elsewhere.
I'm on the verge of 40 as of the start of this journal. Less than six months to go. I don't look my age. This is good thing. Though I'm three years older than my husband in our wedding and honeymoon pictures it looks like he robbed the cradle.
My husband Chuck and I have one daughter, Zoe. She was three in March. She's beautiful and brilliant. (A completely unbiased opinion.) We've been trying to have another baby for two years now. One miscarriage and a lot of fertility drugs later we're still trying.
I work. For a company in downtown LA. Not important what company. I am the Facilities Manager. What is that you wonder? I'm the complaint department. Too hot? Too cold? Copier broken? Light bulb out? Just need to bitch, call me. I negotiate leases, work with engineers, plumbers, electricians, and all sorts of other tradesmen. I'm a tough cookie on the job. But I get to see lots of really cute men. Ladies, if you're looking for a career where you can meet lots of really attractive and handy men, look into facilities work. It's truly thankless but then, I think, most jobs are.
I quilt. Hence the title of this journal. I've been quilting for a little over a year. I have about six quilts done. I really love it. It's kind of an odd hobby for me to have taken up. Quilts imply a sort of "country" decor. I hate country. Our house is a mish mosh of styles but mostly Shaker and Mission, with a little sort of modern thrown in to break up the monotony. But, who doesn't love a yummy blankie on their lap while they're watching TV?
I'm sure that there's a lot more pithy stuff I could say about myself but I can't think of what that might be right now. Got a question, drop me a line.