Mandi

I'm a hopeless Yarn Junkie and I spend most of my days Holding Down The Fort... My husband thinks my moods change too suddenly and that I cause the (STL)Cardinals to lose important games. My son thinks I enjoy collecting his gooey, crusty boogers and cleaning poo from his posterior. My English teacher in high school said I was strange but she was the weirdo, seriously. I don't really know how to explain or describe myself...or what I think of myself. I did not come equipped with the ability to see myself as I am and not what I think I am, Sam. My husband knows me better than anyone else...including me, but I'd never tell him that. I like the sound of a steel guitar. Upright basses are hot. I think chap stick is cool. I think Steve Vai's music is uber sexy. I HATE drunk drivers...period. I think cats are OK until they fuck with my yarn stash. I'm more of a dog person. My dream pet is a weiner dog named Frankie. I like Miracle Whip. I love Love LOVE the way books smell. I have a thing for 80s rock. I hate being cold. I do NOT trust my government. I swear more than I should. I live in the past more than I do the present. My spelling and grammar skills aren't as sharp as they used to be. Harmonicas rock my face off. I am an introverted extrovert, an optomistic pessimist. I am a walking contradiction. I don't know much but I do know that I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend and I take the responsibility very seriously.