Background

That's me on the horse. My husband on his tractor (aren't we lucky to live in such a beautiful place?). My lovely Katy and handsome Joe. Joe looks much, much different now... But that's another post.

My name is Valerie, I am 40 (gasp). I live on 9 acres in Ferndale, WA with my husband Jim (28 going on 60), daughter Katy (14 going on 21), and son Joe (13 going on 7).

I haven't always been 40 (gasp). I haven't always been married to Jim. I haven't always had kids. But I did used to live in Ferndale. When I was 21. Woo Hoo!

This is where the background gets a little fuzzy...

No, not because I was always drunk and don't remember any of it! Because I'm not too sure how much I care to write or you care to read.

Okay, short and succinct--here's the timeline with cribnotes:

• 1967-1968 Redondo Beach, CA -- Yes, I am a California girl.


• 1968-1972 Snoqualmie, Carnation & Forks, WA -- Dad was a logger, we moved where the trees were tall and the fishing was good.


• 1972-1988 Friday Harbor, WA -- Dad was also a pot-head hippie and the Rock was the perfect spot for him, I had horses and lived in paradise, lucky kid!


• 1988-1992 Ferndale, WA -- I was neither a pot-head nor a hippie and (after marrying and divorcing my high school sweetheart) it was time to get outta there.


• 1992-2002 Port Orchard, WA -- Married the Navy, moved where they told me to, produced two beautiful kids, was bored out of my mind.


• 2002-2006 Bremerton, WA -- Divorced the Navy, moved to "town", went to college, drank a lot with my bitch and generally had a blast! Can you say midlife crisis?


• 2006-now Back in Ferndale -- Married the Union, moved where they told me to, beautiful kids are teenaged monsters, this is where the story begins...

I must be missing something or I wouldn't feel the need to webram. Life is pretty good, I am no longer bored out of my mind, but I'm not having a blast either. My kids and their hobbies keep me extremely busy (much more on that to come) and I write a monthly newspaper and maintain a website that requires more time than I have to give it (more on that too, I imagine). I guess what's really missing are my friends. I have zero social life here. I don't want to become one of those webaddictedroleplayingchatroomlurking freaks, but sheesh I get tired of drinking alone!

So there it is, I told you I'd quit when I was tired of writing. That's enough for now.