Before I wrote this, I asked myself “Why would anyone want to know more about me?”. I’m a nobody, not famous, not a celebrity, author, athlete, reality star, YouTube star, etc… Why on earth would anyone care what I have to say?

Then I thought, does it matter if I am not any of those things? Do I have to BE any of those things to have something to say?  For what I have to say matter? Not that it does. Have to matter, that is. I am just your average human being. But I DO have a voice. A vote. A thought. Something to say, whether it’s important to anyone else or not. And there is nothing wrong with that.

I guess you could say I am expressing my 1st Amendment rights. 
“First Amendment definition. An amendment to the United States Constitution guaranteeing the rights of free expression and action that are fundamental to democratic government. These rights include freedom of assembly, freedom of the press, freedom of religion, and freedom of speech.” Free Expression. Freedom of Speech.

So what does an over 40, single, childless woman have to say? Well, I don’t quite know yet. I chose some topics that are important to me. I guess I’ll throw some noodles at the wall and see what sticks.

Oh, you want to know about ME? Like name, rank and serial number?  No? Um, height, weight, astrological sign? No? Well, maybe. Okay, 5’7, none of your biz and Taurus. Taurus, you know what that means…

Hmmm… Still not what you’re looking for? Okay, okay. How about this:
I am a single,  40-Something female who has never been married and has no children. Single cuz, well, guys can be real assholes. (Duh, yes I know women can be, too. But, I’m not.) And God or genetics or Mother Nature deemed it necessary to ferk with my ability to bear children. More on that in a post later on down the road though.

I am a Graphic Designer and lover of all things art related. I have A.D.D. It’s off the charts and I’ve struggled – oh look, shinies!!! – with it my entire life, but was diagnosed very late in life. I am also very OCD about some things, too bad it didn’t lead to being a neat freak or a health nut…

I have a decent sized extend family, but it’s really just my Mom, sister and her family and me. I lost my Dad in 2013. (More on that later, too.)

Okay, so now I feel like I am heading into dating profile territory and weirding myself out, so I’m stopping here. For now. Maybe I’ll add more. Maybe my random thoughts will put the puzzle that I am together for you.

Happy reading…



Oh, and I am completely unapologetic about my language. I WILL drop f-bombs. And whatever else pops into my head as I write. I’m not here to be the next Carrie Bradshaw (If you don’t know who that is, you probably won’t “get” me or my posts – fair warning.)