Something to say

I have been contemplating becoming a "blogger" for an undetermined amount of time.  It has been in the background of my mind for years.  I cannot pinpoint the exact moment, nor do I wish to spend the mental power to achieve such a task.

I am not a publish-worthy writer... Hell, I am not a writer at all. What am I? Geeze... what kind of crap question is that.  It depends on the day of the week... or the Winter Solstice or something.  Maybe it is because I am a woman.  My mind changes daily about who... or what I am.

What do I love? Well, thats a whole different topic.  I love a lot of things.  I haven't decided if I allow them to define me or not.

I love math.  I mean I have a full on relationship with it.  It makes my heart beat at rates that I am sure are unhealthy.  It makes me drool with excitement. It makes me giddy and crazy. It turns me on and hell it turns me up. I am excited about math.  It is my mistress. Math is a beautiful symbiotic relationship of purity that is never disturbed.  It is my fantasy and my reality. Actually, to say I am excited by math is a severe understatement.

As far as giving my heart goes to an inanimate object or idea for that matter, my heart belongs to theatre, and more precisely musical theatre.  Maybe it is better to describe it as my passion.  I am passionate about theatre. Theatre is my outlet.  I can be whomever I choose and evolve into something I never thought I'd be if only for a brief moment in time.  I can sing all my emotion with a few words and a simple melody. (OK some of the music I have performed with isn't so simple.  Look at the score for my current project, Godspell.  That has 6 part harmonies and descants for days... That's sexy music).

I love my life.  I love a select few of the people in my life.  Truthfully the rest I just put up with. I have a threshold for noise and so many people tend to fall in the category of "noise".  I don't like loud noises at all, and some people are just too loud.  To say I am opinionated would be the understatement of a century, but we'd best save that for a day when I am not trying to collect some sort of following.  Don't get me wrong, I am super nice to everyone I meet.  I believe for the most part that each member adds some sort of societal contribution.  I think people are interesting and I appreciate the stories of who they are and what they've become in life, no matter how small it seems.  But the people I love are special.  They bring sunshine and music into my life.  They make me laugh and yes, sometimes they make me cry; both tears of joy and sadness.

And damn do I love food.  I will travel anywhere to just be able to try something new and special.  I appreciate flavors and textures and smells and anything food.  A fair amount of what I plan to write will be about food.  Food I want to experience, food I have experienced, great restaurants, great dishes to prepare, awful food I have tried, or places with poor menus or service. I think food makes up a huge part of what I love.

I love my father.  I love him more than I can ever express with words.  To say I am a daddy's girl is a huge understatement.  The problem I'd say is that I am not an overly affectionate person.  I don't know why.  I'm just not.  I think I need to be better about telling the people around me that I love them.   And my life is AMAZING.