Who is Mrs.X?

I could spin you quite a yarn about who I am since this is L’Internet and you would have no way of knowing if it was true or not. But, while I desire and cherish anonymity above all other things (hence my name, Mrs. X), it would be unfair (and frankly boring) to not give you some scintillating details about me, although you are only going to get those (including at least 100 here) that do not lead you like a crumb-trail to my door. 

I am a 33-year-old dragon and petite dame of many talents and interests. I am married to Mr. X, who I met on-line (really).   We’ve  been an item since 2000 and married since 2003.  I work full-time at a profession, the identification of which I will not divulge, and have been able to finagle a situation where I get to do said work from the comfort of my home (and no, I do not work in my jammies), for which I am eternally grateful as I don’t have to put up with stuff like this

I’m an only child and I share abominably. I’m an Atheist and have been since I was very young. I do crossword puzzles in pen. I love color and my entire closet is organized like the rainbow. I love words, including knickers, zaftig, snorgle, peevish, and eccumenical. I love to read in the bath. I want to take up piano again. I’m extremely close to both of my parents.  Oh, and I have a thing for John Singer Sargent

Mr. X and I are parents to three furry children: G the Golden Retriever and the Brothers Kitty.  We adopted two brother kittens in 2003 when they were 8-week old squeaking balls of fluff.  For purposes of my anonymity, they shall be known here as Fluffy and the Bad One. Fluffy is a sweet tempered little guy with huge whiskers and a tiny meow.  The Bad One more than lives up to this name by getting into anything and everything with no remorse whatsoever.  As much as I love our little kitties, this year, I decided that the house needed more fur and so we adopted G the Golden Retriever who has charmed our socks off even while forcing us out of rooms with his stealthy and deadly gas.    

As for children of the non-fur two-legged variety, well, you can read all about it here.

When I’m not working or actively trying to get in a family way or blogging about said adventure, I love to travel with Mr. X and in the past few years, we have visited England, France, cruised on the Queen Mary 2 through the Carribean and did the driving thing through the West and Midwest.  I took up sewing about a year ago and so everyone has been getting handmade items for all major holidays.  I also cross-stitch and do my own special version of scrapbooking.  I still can’t do knitting.  I am writing a book of chicklit in fits and starts.  I’m trying to get used to my parents being retired.  I’m reigniting my passion for photography.  I read everything under the sun, and then some, I try to beat Mr. X at Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit and I make new friends in this place we have called home for almost three years. 

I also try to remember everyday that despite everything that has happened, all of the pain and disappointments, I am a lucky, lucky gal.

image via: pingnews.com 

4 Responses leave one →
  1. 2008 October 3

    Hello, it’s lovely to meet you. I was going to comment on your Bloggy love post, but I inadvertently left one of those unattractive looking ping messages instead.
    “I love words, including knickers…” That’s one of my favourite words and one reason why I loved ‘Bad Jelly the Witch’ by Spike Milligan so much when I was little, ’cause Bad Jelly said it as a curse. And if I was lucky enough to have a cat I would definitely want to call him the Bad One for real.

  2. 2008 November 4

    I’m Atheist too.

  3. 2008 November 18

    why the need for such anonymity?

  4. 2008 November 27

    I am desperate to take up the piano too!

    Mrs. X: it’s a wonderful instrument – I played in college and really enjoyed it. The problem is that I’m a snob and I want a baby grand and I have no room for a baby grand.

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