Familiarize yourself.

Welcome to the curb.  Kind of hurts your ass, doesn’t it?  It’s all a state of mind.  The curb can be a welcome asset and a warm friend when there’s no where else to sit.

This is where I’m supposed to tell you all about myself.  And, you’re supposed to think I’m cool and worthy of inclusion in your daily blog fodder.  But, honestly, I’m not so sure what I’m about these days.

I initially set out to explode on the freelance writing scene.  However, jobs in freelance anything are as forthcoming as having President Obama’s speech to the school children shown to kids in Alabama classrooms.  Shit ain’t happenin’.  And, the lack of either does not make me happy.

Oh, I had an embarrassing smattering of crap on this page for a while.  There was mention of clown wigs, cannonballs, and all that jazz.  Literally, all that jazz.

I fancy myself a writer of words.

Current cast members in The Life of All Things dee/OTC include but are not limited to the following:

Gav, he who would trade his real world life for a virtual spot on Runescape any day

Gab, she who thinks life can be sustained on a whittled down two food menu (crispy bacon and vanilla ice cream, if you’re curious…when the occasional egg makes its way onto the menu, we strip down to our loin clothes and toss a virgin into the fire for thanks)

Gestating twins currently known as the boy and the girl, they who wish to be named (i am open to suggestions…throw ‘em at me…please…someday I can tell them when asked, “Mommy, who named me?” “The internet, dears.”) The twins, Ethan and Alani, jointly known as Et Al, they who, although they began life sharing the same tight yet sprite quarters, are glaringly unique from one another

dee, OTC, Curb, mrsbojangles, she who is me who keeps this whole show loosely stitched together