Biography… such as it is
For the PR folks, please read if you would like your pitch read: While I am interested in working with you, the scope of this blog, along with advertising agreements I have made, preclude me from having reviews and press releases hosted here. SO - if you’re still interested, please check out my review blog, Butterviews, and contact me through there. For Readers Looking For More About Me: I’m Michele. I’m terrible at these things. I want to be flippant and funny, but - my history is neither. So - I’ll try to be brief and informational instead. I grew up in a small suburb of Southern California. I was raised by my great aunt, and uncle. I refer to them as “mom and dad”. My biological mother was not June Cleaver. Dysfunctional family, abuse, yadda, yadda, yadda. I was a high school band geek. Went to college, got a degree. Got engaged to my high school sweetheart - and then unengaged (that’s a whole other story), and my life went into a tailspin. I always was a late bloomer. I didn’t rebel until I was 21 years old. I always have felt, however, that if one is to do something - do it well. I did. I started raving (underground parties that aren’t so “underground” anymore - but they were when I was involved). Then I got into the drugs. I can count the drugs I haven’t done on one hand. And that’s just ’cause I couldn’t get a hold of them. My actual addiction was to speed. I started actually throwing the parties, running clubs, and dealing drugs. I loved the life that I was in. I was happy with my life. Around September of 1997, I became a born-again Christian. I went up north and lived in the South Bay area of California. Because I made a clean break, and knew no one up there, I was actually able to kick the drug habit. I didn’t have a job, but was able to live in my church’s dormitory. I became clean and sober in October of 1997. When I got up here, I was THROUGH (done! Finito! Amen!) with men. I had nothing but bad experiences such as rapes, abuse, and assaults, and it was obvious I didn’t know how to pick them. There was one guy in my church though that I couldn’t get out of my head. I would see him with his family. I once waited on him in the bookstore. That’s it. I never spoke to him. In January of 1998, I started some Bible classes through my church. Through some weird circumstances, my classes were cancelled, and I ended up in that mysterious guy’s classes. Someday I’ll write a full how I met my husband entry and link it here. He’s the best thing that could have happened to me. I love him dearly, and think he’s the kindest, sweetest, sexiest man alive. And he loves me too, and makes it quite obvious to me and anyone else within hearing. That feels awfully good. We got pregnant with our first child in 1999, and we lost her to a miscarriage. Then came Joseph. Then came Logan. Both are special needs kids. We now live in Southern California. We live next door to my parents (Ha! A cosmic joke!). I work at a movie studio. It’s a constant juggling act. Eventually, I want to stay home. Money sucks. Personality-wise, I’m pretty much a homebody with a wicked streak.
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September 28th, 2006 at 10:18 am
You are such a breath of reality…I’ve enjoyed reading your blog; learned a lot from you…your blog and your journey. I am a forever growing younger grandmother and will carry these bits and pieces I’v gleened with me. Now I just have to figure how to do the click and comment. I’m really a novice at the inner workings of the computer world…most of the time I depend on my son for help.
God Bless,
Elizabeth
July 28th, 2008 at 9:25 am
I had forgotten that you were in SoCal.
Can’t keep all those BlogHers straight. Ugh.
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