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| Personal background |
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Well...I turned 52 this past February and it is pretty much bullshit to think that 50 is the new 30 or whatever it's suppose to be now. Also, it did seem to go by fairly quickly in retrospect…but, I do like myself and my life now, as I have retired from years of working in various forms of industrial and manufacturing customer service as both representative and management. I’ve done everything from aluminum window blinds to pressure vessels, tank washers and micro labs…hell, how many women out there know the difference between carbon and stainless and what a flanged weld head is?
I was born in a small town in northwestern Arkansas and was asked to leave two separate Arkansas universities back in the late 70’s and early 80’s due to a lack of attention to my grades and way too much attention to whatever party was going on at any given time…it’s not something that I real proud of, but, I did have a damn good time.
What I did learn from three and a half years of university hopping was a deep appreciation of what we used to call nerds or geeks…I’m not being mean, I really just happened to love a bunch of nerdy guys as I learned more from them about science and the physical world, then I ever did from any of my college professors’…and I ultimately married and settled down with the coolest nerd on the planet and we’ve been happy for what has been the past 30 years now.
My nerd Frank and I moved to and lived in the suburbs of Chicago in and around 1984 with our infant son Stacy and his two children from a first marriage, that didn’t work out, as she took to heart the movie “Kramer –vs- Kramer†and left him and their two son’s to go find herself…which I still think she is looking for as she is now about a year into her sixth divorce. But Hay! More boys for me to love and yet they are not boys anymore but gown men with wives and children of their own, which all circles back to me and where I am at this time.
Firstly we are back in the south. We moved to Claremore, Oklahoma in August 2007, when my husband accepted a position with a large petroleum out-rig and storage manufacture as a CAD/Pro-E design engineer. I am at home in the wilds of Roger’s county with my chickens (which I call my girls) and my dogs, Wolfie the terrible min-pin and Buford the runaway beagle. I have two granddaughters and two grandsons.
Secondly, I am researching and writing, wait for it, as it’s the most cliché of all things; a novel. And not just any novel, mine will be and is the “Great American Novel†or something sorta’ like it…maybe…I have high hopes and yet still no editor.
And lastly, and I’ll tie this diatribe up quickly, I’m a cancer survivor, who questions everything, assumes nothing, has opinions that are unsettling to most and doesn’t give a good Goddamn about what others project on to me, as to how they would expect me to behave. I love to swear, which answers why I picked the team that I did; America – Fuck Yeah! I like to have a drink on occasion and I still enjoy pot. I hate our government, tax and judicial systems, as I think we should just start over…I also like chocolate, fried foods and my 20 gauge over and under…so I’ll be leading with the Twinkie defense if need be…
Well…that’s about it…drop me a line sometime and I promise to answer back…unlike these aliens that seem to be taking their own sweet time about it! |
| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
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Why do I run SETI at home…that’s a great question. I saw a cable “what if†program regarding what our answer would be if we were contacted by an alien race on the science cable station that we subscribe to and thought that I wanted to be a part of this, even if the response from E.T. is not “I need to phone home†but more along the lines of “Hay great place you got here – now you guys can either move or dieâ€.
As far as my views regarding the project, I don’t know, we sent Voyager out back in the 1970’s which I thought at the time was just the coolest idea …too bad we didn’t wait a couple of decades so we could have sent a compact disc instead of the “golden album†but what the heck, if the first Star Trek movie is right Voyager is now Veger and wanting to merge with a tall bald chick in heels. I guess I just wanted to be part of some aspect of the space program as the astronauts were and are my first heroes.
I wept like a child when Challenger exploded right in front of our eyes in January 1986.
…anyway, as far as suggestions , hell, I don’t know enough about all this to make a suggestion, just use my lap top when I’m not and I’ll try and keep you guys plugged in as much as I can…l feel like we should end this with; “Live long and Prosper†but then again, maybe not! |
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