Welcome to my blooooggggg.

My name is Thérèse, and I live on the east coast of Canada in a beautiful small town that overlooks a river old farmhouse in midst of renovations that I own with my boyfriend fiancé, Doug. He is punctual, clever and has the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. I call him mine. You may call him fucking hilarious.

That’s me, over to the right. Picture taken in January of 2009. It was cold, that day. My nose hairs froze.

We live with a cat, called Sita Ophelia Kittie Roast Beef Jeez Banana The Cat. I call her Sita the cat for short. She is a fierce little fraidy cat who guards the door and doesn’t trust houseplants or bugs, real or imaginary. I have finally won over her affections. IT TOOK FOREVER.

We also live with a dog, called Chanelle, or Nelle the dog for short. I call her puppy. She is a pale yellow Labrador retriever and I love her to smithereens.

I went to university and took engineering, which wasn’t a mistake. I worked for a few years as an environmental engineer in a small town, moved to a big city and worked there for awhile, then got laid off. That really sucked, but afterward I got a really fun contract job in that same field. In between these two events, I started writing a book. That’s going rather well, even though it sucks the very soul out of me to write it. I’m about one third of the way done, and very slow.

I’m currently doing things I never considered, constantly coming up with crazy schemes and alternate careers. I’m also working at a call centre, in the complaints department. Let’s call the less fun bits character building, and the fun bits fulfilling lifelong dreams. It’s a glorious yo-yo of stress, but that’s life, and I’m resilient.

I still say supdawg like it’s cool even though it’s not because it makes me laugh. I’m a buxom brunette (rowr) who can concentrate so hard that I cease to hear. I love pretty books, and decorate with them. Incorrect punctuation makes me cringe, and excessive comma use makes me smile. I love knee-high socks, pencil skirts, and shooooooooes, and I am rarely on time. I never swear.

And I won’t judge you for it, but it’d be real swell if you could learn to use that apostrophe correctly.

You’re welcome to email me at shoeism [at] gmail [dot] com. You are also welcome to leave me comments anywhere and everywhere on my website as they occur to you. I’ll get the message.

[Still curious about me? Read more on my ancient about page, created when I was still on blogger, which I've moved here.]

[Reading archives? I'm sorry. I'm still cleaning things up in there. Be patient with the double posts and stupid stuff I used to write that I am slowly taking down. I was young and foolish, and didn't think I'd be blogging years later. Ahh, consequences.]