Introduction

Hey. I'm Shannon.  Some people say I'm quirky - maybe they're right, you can judge for yourself. Let me tell you a little bit about myself.

I'm married, in my mid-thirties, and live in Toledo, Ohio. I'm the youngest of three, we moved around quite a bit as a child, living in Tennessee, California and Iowa. No, I'm not an army brat - my parents were druggies, so it seems we were often running away from somewhere to nowhere good. I like to say I've been an adult since I was 5-years-old, I spent my time worrying if we would have heat or food - all while trying to protect myself (sometimes unsuccessfully) from my parents and their grabby friends. Luckily, I saw in others what could be - and I did not follow the path I was shown. It would have been really easy to choose to live in a double wide trailer on the side of a mountain with a bunch of kids, kicking beer cans out of the way as I made my way to my hooptie. A lot of people expected me to follow in those footsteps, but if you learn one thing about me - I like to prove people wrong and I am highly competitive.

So who am I today? I'm a wife. I'm an animal lover. I'm a foodie. I'm a germaphobe. A letter writer. I'm a student. I'm an artist. I'm a control freak. Bossy. Spiritual. Kind. Caring. Loving. Did I say bossy?

It took a long time to get the courage to follow my dream of becoming an artist, it was always my dream to be a photographer for National Geographic, being able to travel the world, meet the people, and taste the food. It's still there - I would love to do that one day, but I've also fallen in love with sculpture. To be able to create something beautiful out of nothing - the frustration, the pride, the accomplishment - it's the best feeling. Confession: I can't draw.

So, what are you going to find here? Honestly, it's kind of an experiment. I would love to show my postcards from all over the world via Postcrossing. I would like to post my rants, and say what's not acceptable to say to somebody's face. Maybe confessions of things that run through my mind. I might tell you about my struggles with PCOS. I might just post a funny picture or feature my artwork. Or even a story of yesteryear. A mish-mash of Shannon.

So welcome. And remember... never put your hands on my face unless you want me to think of the millions of germs you raped my face with every time I see you for the rest of my life. ;-)