A long time ago, in a land far, far above the city of Metropolis, in a tree so high the stars complained of the poking branches, there was a squirrel. The squirrel ate a jelly bean, complained of a sugar rush, and fell off the tree. Sometime in the decade of the squirrel's fall, I was born. I was not in the tree. Nor did I eat the jelly bean.
Seriously, this blog comes out of a fateful evening at a ladies sewing group. No, really. It does. I have a tendency to talk a lot and it came up that I should write. I don't honestly have the patience to write a book, but I have had some pretty strange adventures... including the ladies sewing group, but I'll get to that later! I already have a blog, but tend to be a bit stiff in my writing. So it was proposed that I write about my alter ego. My alter ego needs a name, by the way, something I am posing to my readers, but I'll reserve final judgement! So if you like random stories about pioneers and public transportation, dish soap shampoo and scissors whatever else pops into my head, please follow and subscribe. My life is pretty crazy, but it happens every day!
