A lot of people think I’m some rich gal. I’m not. I’ve worked REALLY hard. I make due with my own small business. I also do support work with a company I love on the side, because my goals, as well as theirs, align quite perfectly.
I’m just gonna lay this out here before you go further- the rabbit hole is deeper than this post. I’m sure with time, I’ll reveal those… when I’m comfortable enough.
I came from a family with decades of military background. For those who know, the military, even the Air Force doesn’t make a lot of money… and even with one relative who was rich (but who was adopted and a 1st generation immigrant that had lots of money), life never came easily.
My life –
I’ll cover some parts in time. Don’t feel like you need to feel sorry for some of the parts. I’m pretty sure some of it will make you gasp or be shocked, but the purpose of a personal site, from a OLD time blogger like myself, can veer off in turns you may never expect.
I budget. I earned my college scholarship by sympathy. In the summer of 1998 (right before I was 18), I rode my bicycle 80 miles to my college for an interview when no one was available to help me. The Dean of students and the Dean of faculty took pity (even though their expression looked like admiration and surprise), gave me a full ride scholarhsip, and had one of the secretary’s give me a ride in their car back to my home.
A fews year, after struggling as a stay at home mom, and then after I told my last full time job to take their drama up their ass, and dealing with a divorce of nearly 5 years, and terrible depression (mostly stemming from a ex-stepmother who had made life for myself, my sisters, and that lady’s daughters hell)….things snowballed in their own way.
Eventually, and with time, I will cover those things, but, this post is for 2015. Who I am is the same as always. I’ve NEVER been anything other then what people have known. Yes, like anyone else, my past has helped shape my future. I’ve ALWAYS had high expectactions for myself.
I’ve always been ambitious. However, as much as others have perceived, I’ve NEVER been perfect or portrayed myself to be such.
I use eBay to buy the name brand clothes I want at the price I can afford (come on, it’s smart, especially if you can get something slightly used from a non-smoking home.) Believe me, I love to wear Lane Bryant, and most of my clothes are Lane Bryant, or another comparable brand.
At WordCamp St. Louis 2015, which I was a sponsor, a speaker, and helped as an organizer, one guy from Southern Illinois told me at WordCamp St. Louis, in a topic a about sponsoring meetup food at monthly events, that according to his perception, he believed I could cover the expenses for food and drinks of each meetup.
Again, I’m not rich. I work VERY VERY VERY VERY hard (sometimes so hard that I’m in tears), and can afford some things. Sometimes I buy things in the name of business, while sacrificing things. I’m certain that I’m not the only one that has done this. It’s a marketing thing… you don’t always admit when you have to sacrifice, but only when you succeed.
I get it. I know the drill. I’ve met big wigs even in the Amway world… as a teen, when my father carted myself and my sisters to an Amway conference where people like Dexter Yaeger and friends were presenting.
Aside from that…
I’ve ALWAYS lived frugally. I’ve never said I was rich. The rabbit hole of my life is so deep and so sad, that it’s a miracle that people find me entertaining when I present at events. I’m always grateful that I’m helpful. I never present more than who I am… just what I know, and hoping what has works for me, works for others.
(I consider myself failed at those deceptive marketer videos, webinars, conferences, deals….whatever you want to call it. I tell it how it is because that’s the only way people will actually learn, and anyone who tells you otherwise is a fucking liar.)
I’ve never alluded to being anything other than what my name is, what I do, who my family is, and what I know. I am ALWAYS what each person sees, and have never been anything other than who I am
I’ve never said I was more than I was. When I say some things, some people assume other things. For me, as a person with a Personality A, who is a Virgo in the zodiac, and is a person of Year of the Monkey, in the Chinese zodiac, it’s more perplexing to me. It’s illogical to me.
When I say I’m a WordPress Designer and Developer. I really am a designer… and a developer… who works with WordPress. I worked damn fucking hard to learn PHP, and more. As a female, I’ve fucking proud to be on top of this shit!
I’m also a blogger. I’ve been blogging for ages (it seems.) A lot of people have copied off my direct work, or some of the ghost writing work I’ve written. I don’t brag a lot, but seriously… some of my mentors, who won’t admit that they learned from me… and have been documented in some serious whitepapers… their work is a reflection of my 14+ years!!!!
Come on! I ran Yahoo! Clubs (before it became Yahoo! Groups) like Boyfriend and Girlfriend Alley, Email Friends, Y AHOO EMAIL FRIENDS, and Tenchi MuYoYo Ville, from WAYYYY back in the day.
I’m a person who is fairly transparent. Only a handful of people know some of the VERY darkest things in my life. These dark things aren’t illegal, but make people cry, and also make people respect where I come from. It’s not third world poverty kind of stuff, but it’s American poverty kind of stuff. It’s the reason why I have a personal site like this.
If you’re reading this site for the first time, please don’t write me off. There’s things you’re missing. I’m a person who is VERY creative. I love to write, I love to draw. (I’m published and have many awards in Illinois for both writing and drawing.)
I’m not gonna lie… this site, at least it’s content, so far, has been building for years, so it’s going to be disjointed. It fits who I am.
I’m not a person who suffers a chronic illness, unless you consider genetic acid reflux (the type that keeps me sitting up half the night…MOST nights) and a hiatal hernia (that I’ve had since I was a baby) the likes that if you are UNLUCKY to experience in a humorous moment… make me BARF (aka vomit.) This has been a lifelong problem… aside from a VERY bad case of irrital bowel syndrome from a very long stressful life that is connected to the hiatal hernia.
(Note: Eventually, I’ll cover a lot of the things mentioned in other posts… it’s time I started writing about this shit.)