About Me

Photo credit:  Umm some Norwegian official?
My name is Michelle, and I’m in what would traditionally be considered "mid-life."  It still seems like the 90's were a decade ago to me, but that may be old age starting to set in...According to my mother I still pretty much look like my very first passport picture over there, with the addition of some height and hair.   Oh, and I’ve stopped drooling on myself…for the most part.  

Some highlights on what makes me me…

I was a military brat.  My dad was in the Air Force and up until high school I’d never lived in one place for longer than three years up until high school…closer to moving every 18 months to two years though.  It’s probably why I need some sort of travel or something in my own career.  I start to get antsy being in one place too long.

John Travolta is how I discovered boys.  At the age of three.  At a drive-in.  I’ll let you stew on that for a bit.

I’ve loved food from birth.  Or so says my mom.  My first solid food was bits of a Filet ‘O Fish sandwich at McDonalds somewhere in Europe when I was 6 months old.  To this day, it’s still my favorite thing on the menu at McDonalds.

I was trilingual at one point early on in life – English, Mandarin Chinese and Norwegian. I was born in Norway, so I apparently picked up the language from TV. The other two came from my parents. Today I only speak English and some basic Spanish (gracias Senora Grogan), go figure.

When I was in my late 20’s I got hit with a walking pneumonia that eventually plagued me with chronic fatigue syndrome and a side of fibromyalgia just for kicks.  At the time I was told there was nothing that could be done except to treat all of the symptoms…with medication…that caused more issues.  I was bedridden for 9 months and during that time decided that this was not going to be my life.  I became my own hero and went all alternative and homeopathic on Western medicine’s ass.  Ever since I’ve been able to rejoin the land of the living, I’ve been living at about 90% (at my best) physically and mentally from what I was prior to being ill.  I’m on a continuing quest for that last 10%.  But I love food too much…and I know that completely turning that around and going green as they say is the key to that 10%.  So, this Type A is okay for now at 90%.  Let's just make sure I don't get below that again, shall we?  Being bedridden is not all it's cracked up to be.

2017 Update:  Turns out doctors did find something when I rushed myself to the ER one morning a couple of years ago feeling like I was woken up by a heart attack in progress.  I seem to have what they call a myocardial bridge.  Try googling that bad boy.  There's not a lot out there on this condition, and the latest medical information was posted/written by my own cardiology team at Stanford Hospital because THANK GOD they appear to be the foremost authority on this condition...in the WORLD.  I'm sure I'll be writing about how I'm feeling living with this every once in a while.  Not only to vent but to share and hopefully help others suffering with a condition so many cardiologists still believe is "benign" and shouldn't be symptomatic.

My dream is to live on the oceanfront, not just near it. The sound and feel of water brings such calmness to my mind and spirit.  This may explain why I do my best thinking in the shower. Some people “sleep on it.” I bathe.

I love love LOVE all things with bling – to a point that it may be embarrassing (embarrassing that is, to someone else). If you want to distract me, pull out something sparkly.

I lived in the South when I was young, and I’ve retained some of that drawl – though it pretty much only comes out when I’m pissed, tired or drunk.

I believe that in most cases, kissing is more intimate than sex. No, I did not get that from Pretty Woman. It’s from personal experience.

I have this weird fascination with catalogs. I think this has been the case from birth since I have baby pictures with me being entertained with the Sears catalog in my hot pink Winnie the Pooh footie pajamas on our hardwood living room floor in Oslo. Sexy, no?  They don't actually make too many swoon worthy physical catalogs anymore, which is a shame.  Clicking through a digital version just doesn't quite do it for me in the same way.

And last but definitely not least, I believe in karma…because I’ve seen it in action.  More than once.

Anything else you wanna know?  Go on over and click on that email button to the right.  I might even respond. 

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