Well, I'm not a writer really, but I do enjoy putting a little sarcasm on paper here and there. Actually I'm a 38 year old social worker living in Western Montana and working for a Case Management company.
I like to paint, raft and camp. In the past year I've done two things I never thought I would do. I had a baby and bought a house. If you knew me, you would realize how frighteningly domestic these things are for me! But heck, "If you're gonna have a kid, you may as well buy em a house,right?" Now if I can just manage to make the house payments and not forget the kid in a supermarket somewhere, I'll be doing great!
This is how my friend Rosa describes me:
"Rhonda once ate a wild mushroom and went to the land of Odd. In a tragic accident her two children were transformed into slightly furrier, much cuter, four-legged creatures. Despite the transformation, she seems to love her kids more than ever (even with the doggie breath and drool) and is happily a world-renowned veggie hoarder."
Not exactly accurate, but close!
My passion is ...
painting and rafting
I know too much about ...
few things
My parents always told me ...
a lot of stuff I never listened to and now wonder if I should have!
My childhood ambition ...
was to be a Lego Engineer!
My favorite memory ...
is lost somewhere in the far reaches of my foggy mind!
Why I write ...
Because I can
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Listening to Spearhead with Michael Franti
My first job ...
sucked!
My best moment ...
was probably witnessed by no one, but my worst was probably seen by hundreds!
My inspiration ...
is probably lost with all my other stuff!
At 35 I found myself falling I love with a man that at 23 was 12 years my junior. Initially I resisted the relationship based simply upon the difference in our ages, but in time it became evident that our feelings for each other were equally strong and my happiness was dependent upon getting past the perceived scandalous nature of dating a younger man. So in working through my own issues about the relationship, I also set out to understand what it was that drew him to me. This is what I learned.
Older women are not so "plastic". As we age and mature we tend to learn that appearances ...
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