What’s with the name?
I adopted Moosilaneous as a pseudonym in an attempt to post anonymously. I’ve maintained it, despite giving up on anonymity, as it seems to well describe these pages: a grab-bag of personal reflections and chronicles.
Who are all these people?
Because I am without the ability to come up with good nicknames, type them out correctly, or keep them straight, I’m sticking with some one-letter pseudonyms:
- J= First daughter, born 2006
- A= Second daughter, born 2007
- BH = Beloved Husband
Who am I?
An early ’60s -vintage full-time health-care policy analyst. I’m middle-aged, middle-management, married, middle-class mother of two girls (see above), and also the youngest daughter of an aged and lonely woman who lives 3000 miles away. To give you the idea of my life these times, in the years 2005 to 2010, I:
- Married one marvelously determined man
- Gave birth to two beautiful, healthy baby girls
- Worked in 3 different jobs roughly in the same field (though my current job only encompassed the last 10 days of 2010!)
- Stopped counting after signing twelve ‘offers to purchase’ on different houses – there may have been 5 or six more, I don’t know – and moved once
- Gained a net 40 pounds
- Attended, with a daughter in tow, the local children’s hospital emergency room four five times (in total, the girls have been there six seven times)
- Started several on-line web logs – continuing this one.
- Mourned the loss of one well-loved old dog
- Lost the sight in one eye for over a month
- Travelled across the continent 6 times
- Entirely missed my mother’s 80th birthday, but helped her recover from her first heart attack at 81
What I look like:
- I wear glasses just about every waking moment.
- My hair suits my personality. It is completely unruly. Resistant to any grooming efforts on my part, it is beyond me to find the product that will make it look professional. It has never been chemically curled, straightened or coloured. I live with it curly, at the length where it seems to pretty much stop growing (which is just beyond my shoulders) and just let it do what it will.
- My ridiculously sensitive skin plus limited time and inclination add up to a woman who rarely wears makeup or shaves. Yeah, not a pretty picture – but a less chafed, irritated and infected one. And one I’m having an interesting time justifying to my daughters!
- I’m large, tall, strong, and rapidly becoming seriously out of shape.
- I am very susceptible to the impact of caffeine on my system, and sugar can be challenging, too.
- I love food. I am what the attempting-to-be-kind would call a gourmand, or at least an omnivore. I try to restrict my intake of useless calories, like white bread, but really, I love a calorie in nearly any shape.
- I also have something of a love affair with red wine. But I rarely buy a bottle, and when I do, I usually can’t remember what type it was I loved so much the last time. I therefore depend upon the wisdom of my vinophile friends.
- Staying still is not my preferred situation. I love to get places. Walking, riding a bike, or driving are all fine methods. There are many, many days when I consider it an accomplishment just to turn into the parking lot at work and park – that is, not just head for the open road.
- I would rather read than do most everything else. Yet, like with names of wines, I have a tough time remembering titles and authors. By scanning my bookshelves and purchases online, I can tell you I love: Douglas Adams, Charlaine Harris, David Foster Wallace, John Ringo, Spider Robinson, Hanne Blank, P.G. Wodehouse, G.K. Chesterton, Vikram Seth, Salman Rushdie, Michael Ondaatje, and a bunch of others. Frankly, I’ll read just about anything.
- I am fascinated by the written word online, too, and will read everything from design sites, fashion blogs to international development issues. I’m truly addicted to a select group of women writers’ blogs for whom I will drop almost anything in favour of their latest epistle to the interwebs.
Whatever else you need to know about Moosilaneous can probably be gleaned from the blog posts. Be forewarned, it may be more than you wanted to know. I’m using as much discretion as I can muster to keep the bodily-function references to a minimum. Although, as you get to know me, you’ll know discretion is not my strong suit.