Okay.. here goes.
My real name is Janine.
I was born in a small fishing village in the south of France. My pop was the village sign painter and my mother operated a small cafe and sold her oil paintings in the garden beside the shop. Okay! Okay! I'm lying. :-| You caught me. Actually I was born a sharecroppers daughter.. ALL RIGHT!ALL RIGHT!! I was born to a tire maker at Firestone. My mom was a switchboard operator. There, I said it. I'm just a regular Jane.
I am an an artist/mother/wife/part-time (psycho)logist/psychic/exotic dancer/telephone operator. Not necessarily in that particular order.
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I have 2 delightful children, okay, one delightful and the other half-delightful on some days.
I have a hubby, yes, for a long time I have had this hubby.. a LONG time... GOD! It's been LOOOONNNNG.
Some days I think I am certifiably insane but only on those days when I have sudden outbursts of uncontrolable laughter. :lol:
I live in a hauted house.
I am a confessed Ebay addict.. where else can you purchase someone elses toe nails? (I didn't buy them.. I was outbid at the last minute by a "sniper". HA HA HA!
I once cooked two strips of bacon that came out fused together in the perfect shape of Sasquatch. NO JOKE. I have the pics to prove it. IF you are all nice , one day I may post them for your viewing pleasure.
I am artsy-fartsy. I paint anything that isn't moving and on ocassion things that may be moving or did move at one time. I just painted inside the public library.. very nice! I painted for what seemed like weeks....they had an "appreciation" dinner for all the volunteers... we both took off work to attend...only to find out once we got there SURPRISE! They changed the night and no one told me... GOD! It's great to be appreciated!
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I pay for the people behind me in line at McDonalds drive thru. Great GREAT FUN! Try it sometime if you never have... it's a real good feeling. Especially if you do a really smokey burnout out of there and throw rocks up onto their car.. it's the best! I'm kidding. For real though, it's really cool.
I hate sports.
I saw a UFO once time... freaked me out really bad. I actually stopped in traffic and crawled out my window to look at it... weird.
I have a Bichon Frise.
I had a parrot for 20 years.. go it as a kid. She screamed incessantly. I had to get rid of her. I didn't kill her, she was taken to a very nice organization called the Bailey Foundation. She never spoke a damn word in 20 years.. the day after she was gone, she started talking!! I swear!! Rumor has it she was overheard saying this (spoken with parrot accent) "Braaaachhhttt! Thank you GOD! Braaachhhtt! 20 years, 20 years... CRAZY woman.. CRAZY...Braachhhttt!HELP! HELP! SSSHHHTTT! MFGD! BRRRRAAACHHHTTT!!!"
That was the cliff notes version and I swear it's all true, true, true. She really did start talking.. talk about feeling like a real turd in the bowl of life....WOW.
Don't call me Ma'am. EVER. Not if you wanna continue breathing air. The day I shuffle my feet and carry a sweaty tissue in my hand 24/7, THEN and only THEN may you call Ma'am.
I am interested in anything strange.
I go off the beaten path and sometimes set up camp.
I love love love to dance. I won 2 contest at **** Clark's American Bandstand a few years ago and won a trip to Punta Cana!! Great fun.
I am interested in Reiki... studying that.
I am tatooed, Redheaded, green eyed, IQ of 143, witty, charming, and don't tick me off, please.
I love frogs. I have a froggy friend that I call Russel, with one "L".
Okay, I think that is enough. A girl shouldn't reveal too much. You have to leave something to the imagination. HA! :lol:
I almost forgot! I have a Jeep, too! A 2000 Sahara/off road virgin. ( the Jeep, I mean.)
And, as always, Thank you for shopping our Kmart.
Oh GOD! Did you see up there earlier in my post here when they bleeped out the name D. I. C. K.? Cripes, it's the guy who had the New Year's Rockin Eve on every stinkin' New Years EVE! I wasn't saying anything naughty..I got a chuckle out of that. I was censored... wouldn't be the first time and I would bet my sweet... paycheck, yea that's it, that it won't be the last.