Books, martinis, killer bunnies, and too many pairs of trail runners…
Because life is too short for just one passion.
Writing/talking about myself is one of my least favorite things.
Not as loathed as a rabies shot series but in a photo-finish with being forced to watch 24 hours of American Idol reruns.
Not that this entire blog isn’t totally about me with a dash of the programmer thrown in, but I’m terrified of being nailed down and having to give a clear, concise answer of who I am. When asked by friends and family how I am and what I’m doing, I inevitably say “I’m fine, and guess what X, Y, or Z person is doing?” Recently my mother cornered me, (figuratively, as we were on the phone), and asked “but what are YOU doing?” after I’d copiously expounded upon the wonders of a neighbor’s apple crisp.
Cue teeth grinding. Curses, caught again.
I’m one of those people who define myself by what I do-I’m sure this reveals some troubling psychological revelation-but, well, I have revelations every day like, who knew buttermilk comes in 2%…how is 2% buttermilk even possible?
So here’s a few truths about me. Everything is subject to change (consistency and commitment are not my strengths), interpretation (I have martini goggles on from time to time), and the vicious gnawing of killer bunnies.
I’m designated as an ENTJ, or Extrovert/Intuitor/Thinker/Judger for all of you who haven’t discovered the Myers-Briggs test yet. I’m supposed to be assertive, outspoken and really good at organizing operations and solving problems. Supposedly, this is Napoleon’s personality type. I swear I have no plans to rule the world…as of today.
I have yet to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. My options expand daily. I have been or am currently (in no particular order): a book addict, an optimist, an environmental scientist (at least that’s what the degrees say), a 30 something girl (call me ma’am and I’ll release the killer bunnies), a farmer who is afraid of chickens, a rhythm-challenged swing dancer, a wanna-be archaeologist and world-traveler, a die hard Linux user, a commitment-phobe, a runner, a swimming-in-rejection-letters-but-still-trying writer of sci-fi/fantasy romances, and a green thumb. Neither is this list complete.
The one thing I didn’t mention above is that I am also a wife. I’ve been married to a wonderful man and programmer for nearly 7 years. If you want an idea of our quirky relationship, study Audrey and Jeff on Rules of Engagement. We’re frighteningly similar.
No, I’m not going to drop the programmer’s name. I like referring to him as “the programmer“. It’s so very sexy, mysterious and James Bondish.
Speaking of that delicious British spy, that’s where the title of this blog came from (The Spy Who Loved Me). The programmer actually still loves me. I’ve threatened to release the killer bunnies in his office if he even thinks of changing his mind. Or installing Vista on his laptop. Both would be fates worse than death for the poor programmer.
The Programmer Who Loved Me started off as a personal journal about the programmer and my relationship and how I deal with some of our idiosyncrasies. Then it included some of the events in our lives because I have a memory prone to short-circuiting, which might be why I always lose those cute little journals I keep buying, but I figure even I can’t misplace the internet. However, like my constantly branching career choices and interests, the blog has now become a compilation of everything from the latest Linux news, my travel goals, the war between donuts and my waistline, writing that peaks my interest, and the misadventures of the programmer and I. Unfortunately for you, the reader, that means any topic could be touched on but not necessarily revisited (remember, consistency isn’t my forte, but I swear I’m working on it). Thanks for reading!
Email: a.amasova at gmail dot com
Twitter: @loveanya
