I found this challenge on Pintrest a million years ago and finally decided to accept said challenge as a way to jump start my blog. Unfortunately life got in the way and it's 2 months later. -_-;; It never said that it had to be done in 31 CONSECUTIVE days...
Day 2 is 20 Facts About Me...I've spent most of the day trying to come up with facts about me that went beyond my favorite color or my favorite brand of perfume. I can't promise that this list won't bore you to tears but I can guarantee that you will learn you a thing.
So without further ado...here are 20 facts about yours truly that you may not already know!
Jul 2, 2017
31 Day Blog Challenge - Day 1 - An Introduction
I've been meaning to do this for awhile.There was an intro here before but I scrapped it. It was written during a painful and bitter part of my life and it had no place here. It was a shining example of "how to alienate and piss off your readers" so it went straight to the round file.
So. An introduction. I am LyriumBiotic and welcome to "My Head is Full of Starshine." I want to share a little bit about me and what I do and what I want to accomplish with this blog...and hopefully I don't scare you off in the process.
Where to start? I'm 36 years old...I know. I know. Shocking. Trust me...everyone around me has the same reaction. My co-workers sat around and debated my age on my last birthday. They even had a dating pool. The youngest guess was 25. The oldest was 30. Not sure if I should be flattered or not.
I'm happily married to The Dark Preacher, a YouTuber by trade. Our relationship is as non-traditional as it can get. Preacher is a veteran of the United States Marine Corps with PTSD. His symptoms vary but they do keep him from working a "regular" job. He stays home and keeps the house and pets while I go out and hustle at my 9-5. Our relationship works out perfectly. Sure, things get tight and I have to rob Peter AND Paul to make sure the bills get paid but I wouldn't change a single thing.
I have two adorable step-children that I don't get to see nearly as often as I would like. Their mama and daddy get along about as well as cats and dogs so our visits are limited but we make the best of it! I don't have any children of my own...an endometrial cancer diagnosis put an end to that. Some days it really hurts. Other days, when I think about my shit-tastic divorce, I am so incredibly grateful.
The cancer sounds worse than it was. Endometrial cancer is, thankfully, one of the most easily treatable cancers out there. From diagnosis (March 2010) to "cure" (October 2010) it was relatively short. Going through it, though, it felt like an eternity. Mega doses of hormones, the inevitable impending loss of my ability to have children, my dreams basically shattering before my very eyes...it was unpleasant to say the least. And the worst part was...the crazy hormones didn't even work and I wound up having a total hysterectomy. The good news is, I am 100% cancer free. No more visits from Auntie Red but no children. BUT! As everyone likes to remind me, at least I'm alive.
However, my life isn't empty of children. I have three furbabies that make my life interesting. My oldest is Serenity, a ten year old Beagle-Border Collie mix that I rescued back in 2008. She has been my best friend, my reason for waking up in the morning, the light in my life when things got super dark. My ex-husband was working overnights and I didn't want to be in our apartment alone. He didn't want to adopt a dog and I didn't really give him an choice. She's getting up there in years, which breaks my heart every time I think about it, but she thinks she's still a puppy so I guess I don't have much to worry about right now. She loves her Chewnolas and her salmon and yogurt food...and sleeping UNDER my bed. Nevermind the $50 dog bed I bought her so she can rest he tired, old bones. No. She wants to sleep on the cold, hard floor under my bed. She's special but I love her to death.
My middle child is this jerk right here. Went out to my in-law's farm for my birthday last year and came home with a scrawny, flea ridden, asshole of a kitten. Ser Pounce-A-Lot Cortlow Monroe...he's all white with grey tabby on his tail and on one leg. He was practically feral; there are about a dozen cats at my in-laws and just about as many dogs. He was sweet at first but got increasingly aggressive the older he got. After getting fixed he settled down some but was still a total dick. He is definitely my husband's cat...he merely tolerates me. He sort of serves as an emotional support cat for Preacher when he's not being a jerk. I love him, I really do. I know it sounds like I want to drop him down a well, but thanks to my youngest he's starting to become a real kitty. As I write this he's currently curled up next to my husband, purring. Six months ago, he'd be biting the shit out of him and running.
So. An introduction. I am LyriumBiotic and welcome to "My Head is Full of Starshine." I want to share a little bit about me and what I do and what I want to accomplish with this blog...and hopefully I don't scare you off in the process.
Where to start? I'm 36 years old...I know. I know. Shocking. Trust me...everyone around me has the same reaction. My co-workers sat around and debated my age on my last birthday. They even had a dating pool. The youngest guess was 25. The oldest was 30. Not sure if I should be flattered or not.
I'm happily married to The Dark Preacher, a YouTuber by trade. Our relationship is as non-traditional as it can get. Preacher is a veteran of the United States Marine Corps with PTSD. His symptoms vary but they do keep him from working a "regular" job. He stays home and keeps the house and pets while I go out and hustle at my 9-5. Our relationship works out perfectly. Sure, things get tight and I have to rob Peter AND Paul to make sure the bills get paid but I wouldn't change a single thing.
I have two adorable step-children that I don't get to see nearly as often as I would like. Their mama and daddy get along about as well as cats and dogs so our visits are limited but we make the best of it! I don't have any children of my own...an endometrial cancer diagnosis put an end to that. Some days it really hurts. Other days, when I think about my shit-tastic divorce, I am so incredibly grateful.
The cancer sounds worse than it was. Endometrial cancer is, thankfully, one of the most easily treatable cancers out there. From diagnosis (March 2010) to "cure" (October 2010) it was relatively short. Going through it, though, it felt like an eternity. Mega doses of hormones, the inevitable impending loss of my ability to have children, my dreams basically shattering before my very eyes...it was unpleasant to say the least. And the worst part was...the crazy hormones didn't even work and I wound up having a total hysterectomy. The good news is, I am 100% cancer free. No more visits from Auntie Red but no children. BUT! As everyone likes to remind me, at least I'm alive.
However, my life isn't empty of children. I have three furbabies that make my life interesting. My oldest is Serenity, a ten year old Beagle-Border Collie mix that I rescued back in 2008. She has been my best friend, my reason for waking up in the morning, the light in my life when things got super dark. My ex-husband was working overnights and I didn't want to be in our apartment alone. He didn't want to adopt a dog and I didn't really give him an choice. She's getting up there in years, which breaks my heart every time I think about it, but she thinks she's still a puppy so I guess I don't have much to worry about right now. She loves her Chewnolas and her salmon and yogurt food...and sleeping UNDER my bed. Nevermind the $50 dog bed I bought her so she can rest he tired, old bones. No. She wants to sleep on the cold, hard floor under my bed. She's special but I love her to death.
My middle child is this jerk right here. Went out to my in-law's farm for my birthday last year and came home with a scrawny, flea ridden, asshole of a kitten. Ser Pounce-A-Lot Cortlow Monroe...he's all white with grey tabby on his tail and on one leg. He was practically feral; there are about a dozen cats at my in-laws and just about as many dogs. He was sweet at first but got increasingly aggressive the older he got. After getting fixed he settled down some but was still a total dick. He is definitely my husband's cat...he merely tolerates me. He sort of serves as an emotional support cat for Preacher when he's not being a jerk. I love him, I really do. I know it sounds like I want to drop him down a well, but thanks to my youngest he's starting to become a real kitty. As I write this he's currently curled up next to my husband, purring. Six months ago, he'd be biting the shit out of him and running.
Tempest Normandy is my youngest furchild. She came into our lives in March by way of a co-worker. I wasn't looking for a second cat. My co-worker was lamenting that her roommate's cat had just had kittens and she wasn't looking forward to finding them homes. We got to talking and somehow I wound up adopting the only girl out of the litter. She's a grey tabby with orange tabby on her back legs with spots of ginger on her back. She's the complete opposite of her brother and I honestly believe she's teaching him how to be a real cat. Currently her favorite spot to sleep is in the gap between my legs when I sit cross legged on the couch.. Apparently I'm her person...which is bizarre considering how little I am home.
I'm a travel agent by trade...my official job title is Customer Service Executive. It's a fancy title for "supervisor's supervisor". It's stressful and it drives me to drink about 90% of the time but I love it. Even though it does mean long hours away from home I wouldn't change a thing. It's incredibly rewarding...on occasion. When I don't feel like strangling my agents for being dumber than a box of hammers.
So what can you expect from Starshine? Snarkiness, cursing, random insights into my brain, nerdiness, recipes, craft tutorials, and randomness. Spontaneous pictures of my pets and my husband are probably a guarantee. I can't promise that it will all make sense but it will definitely be a trip.
Stick around. learn you a thing or two. Enjoy your time here. I know I will.
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