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| Photo credit: Umm some Norwegian official? |
My name is
Michelle, and I’m now in my late 30’s.
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…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 (I can’t remember where my
mother told me it was) 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 Sra. 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 with
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% 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.
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 (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?
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.
