The title comes from the Guided By Voices song, "Queen of Cans and Jars," which is one of my favorite songs by my all-time favorite band, whose symbol -- most fans call it a rune, though it is not; it's a line drawing of a paper football -- I have tattooed on my left forearm.
When people ask about my tattoo, I tell them first, "It's a paper football." They almost inevitably ask why I have a tattoo of a paper football, and I explain that it's a symbol to remind me of a bad time I got through with the help of GBV. The bad time I got through was the period just after my first husband committed suicide, which you can read a little about here at The Legendary, and then when I sell the book, you can buy a copy of it, which I will happily sign for you and write something mildly clever about how awesome you are.
In addition, cans and jars is a thing I do during the summer. I can things, in jars. Because I have been successfully domesticated and even housebroken, at long last. I make (and can) a spaghetti sauce that at least five people (including two Italian children) have said is the best sauce they've ever had.
I had a second husband as well, and I also got through the end of that with the help of GBV, which is why, when people ask for a bio, I tell them that "Everybody thinks I'm a raincloud (when I'm not looking)."
I have a thirteen-year-old son. He is a natural-born world shaker but cannot eat fifty eggs. He can probably eat fifty bowls of cereal.
I found my love on Facebook after meeting him in junior high. We live together now in the house his grandfather built, and we just got engaged! We'll get married after I finish school in three or four years. For now, we plant flowers and grow vegetables and take care of a very needy cat and a good-for-nothing rabbit -- a rabbit that's actually pretty hilarious when he's not eating the furniture.
When I was growing up, my dad was a Baptist minister. These days I am mostly apathetic to religion, but unable to call myself an atheist because I sometimes find really good parking places. If I were a Christian anymore, I doubt I would admit it, since the most of them make the rest of them look bad. "Love your neighbor as yourself" -- it's the second greatest commandment; everyone should try it.
I was born in Georgia but have never lived there. I have lived my entire life in the Carolinas, and although more than half of that time was in South Carolina, I consider myself a North Carolinian. I think that if there were Southerners on Saturday Night Live, it would be funny if they did a sketch like The Californians called The Carolinians, but instead of describing the routes with highway numbers, they used state road names and landmarks. But there would have to be actual Southerners on the show to write it, because otherwise it would be just a "making fun of rednecks" sketch, which would be too obvious and not funny.
I lettered in Academics in high school. I never had a letter jacket, but I do still have a fuzzy purple "R" somewhere around here. Maybe someday I'll sew it onto a motorcycle jacket like Bobby Briggs.
I will sing the hell out of some Loretta Lynn -- if you can get me onstage -- at karaoke. I once serenaded a drag queen with "You Ain't Woman Enough." I used to sing in church, but I haven't sung in front of people since I quit drinking.
As of June 2013, the last movie I saw in the theater was Jaws in June 2012. I hate this mostly for my fiance, who used to see two movies a day before I came along and refused to see a movie without paying for it. Except for Jaws. We didn't pay for that one.
I'll add to this post as time goes on and try to keep it updated. For now, welcome, and thanks for reading.
