I have a confession to make.

I’ve fallen in love…

…with a city.

I spent a week in Seattle at the beginning of November and honestly, it changed my life and my outlook.

I’ve been drifting for a while now; feeling unfulfilled in my life. I found purpose and direction in Seattle.

This blog title means more to me than just being on the verge of something. When I let it (it being my fears and reservations) go, I found my way.

I’m pursuing my way now.

Au contraire.

For example, I adore comic books (specifically X-Men titles with Rogue in them), Robotech (especially it garnered me three of my closest friends ever that, almost 14 years after we first encountered each other online, we still talk often), anything Apple computers based, and creating my own fiction. I’ve become resident tech support at my office because computers make sense to me! Give me a few minutes of puttering around, I can figure out what’s wrong.

I can talk geek with the best of them…even though for some odd reason, I intimidate the heck out of most geek boys. I’ve theorized it’s my red hair, but who knows.

Anywho! I really REALLY dislike it when people use “geek” as a derogatory term. Being a “geek” isn’t a bad thing at all. There’s a difference between enjoying something and going completely crazy-go-nuts over it. Most “geeks” are overly intelligent and because of that intelligence, sometimes have a hard time talking to other people.

That, my friends, is why I came out of my shell as a teen. Yes, shock of shocks, I was pretty darn shy when I was younger. This might completely burst what bubble you have left, but being my slightly geeky self online helped me come out of my shell! I had people that liked me for the me on the inside, not the me-I-tried-to-show on the outside. They saw past the curvy exterior to the quirky personality within.

Please, think twice about branding someone a “geek”. Chances are, you’re some form of a geek, too.

Anyhow LBCM (aka Left-Brained-Code-Monkey, aka my husband) and I broke down and took the aforementioned personality test after a few months of communication-breakdowns-that-are-common-in-most-relationships. I couldn’t grasp how he could look over the emotional content of my speech and, inversely, he didn’t fathom why I couldn’t merely stick to the facts. Thanks to one of my office-mates, we got our hot little hands on two copies of the Myers-Briggs bubble sheet test and sat down one night to properly analyze our personalities and compare/contrast.

Let me give you a little back story; LBCM and I met during college. We were in band together (yes, I married a band geek…what’s even more telling is I married the SON of a band director!), likes some of the same music, and clicked instantly. To be honest, I thought our personalities would have some similarities in the letter department. My money was on the last couplet.

Nope.

Not even.

I’m a gregarious ENFP, he’s a level-headed ISTJ.

ENFPs are, in a word, whirlwinds. We’re the unerring optimists of the world, the Tiggers if you want to compare us to a Pooh character. We love love, affection, culture, stimulation…you name it, we can find a way to make it fun. We also tend to cling tightly to our ideals and borderline idolize people and believe nothing but the best about them. We see the world in colors and emotions.

LBCM is a typical ISTJ. Things are methodical and need to be planned. Emotions don’t matter as much; facts prevail over all. They are meticulous when it comes to details and follow rules to the word of the law. I would call them almost boring, but LBCM corrects me and uses the term “consistent”. Bleagh, boring to me. They see the world in black and white, in absolutes.

Basically, it’s the free spirit artist farm girl married the regimented engineer city boy. We’re about as different as different can get.

Yes, it makes certain things really, really, REALLY hard.

But, I bring out LBCM’s spontaneous side and he grounds me. He helps me think logically and I remind him of the importance of emotions.

It ain’t perfect, but it works.

So, as some of you have garnered, I am the proud owner/tamer/companion to two very sassy dachshunds named CCD Fletcher von Barkwell and Itsy’s Bit of Couture ML. Despite their opulent sounding names, Fletch and Linus are two of the goofiest, sweetest, most ridiculous dogs in the world.

Fletcher & Linus, looking like pure innocence…oh, please.

…yes, there’s not much here, but that will be changing.