I’m a 52 year old baby boomer. I have three, fantastic and talented adult sons and one teenage step daughter. I’m married to the world’s most thoughtful and generous man. This past year, we became grandparents to a perfect, beautiful little baby girl, and a handsome, adorable baby boy. I have a great big rottweiler that thinks she’s a teddy bear.
I live in a beautiful, coastal, Southern town….Wilmington, North Carolina. I was born here, to parents who were born here. My grandmother and I graduated from the same high school. I love this place….it’s in my blood. The people, the customs, the food, the oak trees, the historic buildings, the battleship, the gardens, the salt air, full of screaming sea gulls, and the lonely river that flows through it.
I love to snap photographs of everything around me. If I’m not snapping a picture, I might be snapping about something that irks the pure tee fool out of me!
My husband and I both work at the one of the world’s largest manufacturing plants. We work 12 hour swing shifts, so we’re permanently dazed and confused. We work with a menagerie of interesting characters. When you work side by side with folks, night after night, month after month, year after year…..you get to know them better than you ever thought possible. Which could be a good thing. Or not.
( Jan. 23, 2009: This post has been edited to correct spelling errors, thanks to our resident school teacher – the offbeat, the idiosyncratic, and the just plain bizarre Jan, over at planetjan!)