Wednesday, July 2, 2014
IWSG: this is me... PART ONE
HI! Good morning, morrow, or eventide. My name is Tammy Theriault (Teri-o). Have you seen me before? I'm not hard to find. I have crazy red, spirally hair that sometimes has an imagination. People generally know me by that and my "attitude". Oddly enough, my mom is a quiet mouse and my dad, the boss, tells dirty jokes. I'm their spawn mixture. But don't be deceived. I have a quiet side too. (it's called sleep...dirty sleep)
I have four kids, each with varying personalities, between ages 4-10. The jokester, the diva, the cutie, and the baby-pie. I also managed to snag me a handsome, yet expensive, thing called a husband. I let him out of his cage once in a while. When I do, he showers me with hugs/kisses which lead to other things... (and sometimes thank you's). We're polar opposites in personality at times, but we have that one thing that keeps us going- we're infatuated with each other. (or so I hypnotize him to be). I'm an alpha male lover - he's my pure bred premium alpha. (The hypnotizing works...)
I have a wip - it's in my closet. I also have another WIP - it's on my laptop. I currently am doing a entire revamp on it. (i took out the vampires...). I discovered when a beta hit me with a question, I drew a blank. It looked like this: . So I decided to do something - but I got arrested for nude jaywalking. I refocused on a new angle. Now I'm so proud of where the story is going - I wish to the bank making holla money, but for now, it's making 111111111 encryptions in the matrix. (don't take the green pill. Lawrence is wrong.)
In my non-spare daytime, I work making non-holla money. You'll never guess what I do (hides high heels and Pretty Woman outfit). My hubs and I work very hard fulltime. Sometimes we also work hard on picking on one another. I cave first. He caves later (in his cage). We're planning an overnight trip together on our motorcycles. We rarely get time just him and I (unless we're making the bed...we're terrible at it) and so my Dad and son will be riding along, too. (See what I mean?) My hubs taught me to ride a motorcycle two years ago - he put me on the bike and said "go". I ran into a bush. (I thought he said "throw" and by that - my body...into a bush).
The house I live in has 7 flower beds. Little did the previous owner know that I specialize in weeds and not caring. I don't have time for that bull-crap. (horse fertilizer works, too) Butt...I do my best. Did you know I can watch Criminal Minds reruns and not get work done? Please...don't look in my flower beds. (I hide bodies better now.)
I drink a ton of wine all the time in the summer. My frying pan won't let me keep the alcohol, and the muscles steaming in them are lushes (trust me...bearded drunks). When I'm not pretending to be an alcoholic at the grocery store, I'm adding up tags at the thrift shop. I've been thrifting my wardrobe since I was 14. (not to be mistaken with pimping, those guys don't thrift except "grandpa's clothes with $20 in tha pockets").
Music is my Prozac. My doctor says that's two legit to quit. I have a hard time crying (takes tweezers out of pocket), but music can make me cry. Classical music makes me bawl. Opera pulls my heart out (I've big doctor bills from those) and other music effects me as well, except rap. Most of it is what I would use as fertilizer. I sing constantly, and louder when I vacuum (I steal the show). My diva daughter sings constantly, too. She sang in the last two school talent shows. I tried to steal the show while accompanying her on the piano but, I didn't want to have to say sorry later. (I don't apologize well)
Ladies and gentleman, I hope you have learned a little something about me. Am I that...insecure? (promo-ing added a dollar in my account). I rarely EVER do tell you anything about myself, and I realized that a few days ago. So, I plan on making a better effort. Part one...complete!
What can you tell me about yourself? 3 THINGS GO!!!! Do you have any questions you'd like me to answer in PART TWO?