Emerging from the hellish depths of message boards, I found myself needing somewhere to write, to share and to bond with others. My confidence in meeting people online was badly beaten, but I found blogging gave me the space I needed for me, while giving me the ability to monitor and edit people who decided to come along. Having control over my writing and readers made it easier to open up and share without feelings of judgment and overbearing administrators.
So here I am.
In the flesh.
Raw and real.
Me.
I am a sister, a daughter, a wife, a mother, an employee, a computer addict, a freelance designer (can I even call myself that?), a nag, a bitch, and yet oh! so! humourous.I like: chocolate ice cream, heavy metal music (though I have been known to accumulate a number of Top 40 hits lately), pit bulls, rainbows, OMGthatsfuckin’hot food, roller coasters, flying, dragonflies, pina coladas (and the pina colada song too - Escape) on the beach and wine with friends. I am addicted to the computer and DVR (TIVO to my American friends) too many shows and never watch them until I risk running out of space. I love my husband unconditionally even though I tend to make it sound as though there are many conditions.
Dislikes: Earwigs, bees, thunderstorms, lima beans, driving in the rain and when my cat shits outside the litter box. I can’t stand that!
I have a full time job (that just won’t quit) in the construction industry. Yes, that means I wear a hard hat sometimes; on top of that I find time to blog and design some blogs; I am an aspiring freelance writer and designer, so if you have some gigs, hit me up! *grin*
Where’d the name come from?
Temporarily Me came from the thought of having blogging time where I would have the ability to talk about me, my life and whatever came to me at the time. It was time what was temporarily (just for) me.
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