Me, Dad, Mom - Bloomington, IN
Thirty-something in Seattle, married to Sean. Also lived in Indiana, Las Vegas, London (the one in Canada), Michigan, and Palm Springs. Graduated from Clark High School and UNLV in Vegas.
I listen to indie music, and thrive in Seattle because of the music.
I love modern design of all types, Sean's cooking, broccoli & cheese, Old Navy, houseplants, day trips, my Honda Civic, all animals, pink sunrises, and Vancouver.
I am extremely cold at all times; my hands and toes are always ice. I was alive the last time I checked.
I have a bad habit of cutting my hair if it looks stupid that day. Needless to say, I've been growing my hair out since 1995.
I got my first official sibling at the age of 25 - Todd - my step-brother, who is 13 years younger than me. I show every single sign of being an only child, and then some.
I'm just recently getting the Culver eyes - a few times I've looked in the mirror lately and thought I looked like Aunt Nancy.
I have zero patience and will throw something before I untangle/fix/understand it.
I have an English Degree from UNLV. I have designs in my head that I want to get out but I don't know how to make them or start them or get the stuff to create them. Furniture, clothes, dishes, bedding, purses, jewelry, rugs, buildings, shoes. Keeps me up nights. Seriously.


Newly engaged, Christmas 1992
 I just asked Sean to tell me something interesting about myself, and he said that I talk to all animals. I never really thought about it much, but its true, I do. Slugs, bugs, birds.... I even make faces at dogs in other cars. I think I got it from my friend Kristy, who attracted all cats like a magnet. Kristy was killed when she was 17. A drunk driver hit her while she was walking. It made me realize that things that are yours are not really yours. It also made me clingy as hell. It happened right before I turned 16. I was the designated driver all through high school, and I still am today.
I aged about 5 years in 5 minutes when the vet put my 19-year-old cat (Blizzard) to sleep. I held him in my arms while he died. I have his ashes.

I can't watch movies where an animal gets shot or a horse falls down or it freaks me out and I can't shake the visual. Documentaries included. But I can watch the movie Casino over and over. And Natural Born Killers and Fight Club and King of New York and Boogie Nights and Seven.    Huh.
We live in a rental house that is falling apart, but I adore it and will live here until the kitchen floor collapses into the crawlspace.... which will be sooner than you think.
Remind me someday to tell you about our house fire (in 1997) that woke us up in the middle of the night. That was a doozie of a character builder, too.
I work at Johnston Architects full-time as a web mavin and office assistant.