I collect rad old stuff.

I like to cook and bake.

Doing stuff with and for my family delights me.

I'm a mom to a zany little girl-child called who seems to be becoming less of a child and possibly more zany with each passing day. I have a grown-up-boy-partner-in-crime and he makes my heart happy. I love him with a love that not even crazy made up adjectives could possibly begin to describe. He is the father of the two boys. The littlest boy is one of the sweetest children I've ever met. He and the girl-child seem like two peas in a pod most of the time. Their brains are in sync similar to the way their parents' brains are. The bigger boy is intelligent, outspoken, and thinks my stuff is weird... but he's 15 so I let that slide most of the time.

There's big familyness too, but it would take too many words to describe it.