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About Me

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My name, well my real name is not important here (see the reason here), my online name is Rogue Woman and this is my blog.

I am married to a wonderful geek like myself, Mr. Rogue, who makes me shine with joy to have someone so amazing and inspiring to share the rest of my life with.

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We live in Los Angeles, California or what I commonly like to refer as LALA Land. Everything you have ever heard about Los Angeles, the smog, the traffic, the beautiful people, the never ending sunshine, the fact that almost everyone is an aspiring actor or actress, and that yes stars do walk down the street like the rest of us is entirely true. I love this crazy, messed up, shining city.

We live with a couple furry four legged friends. Rogue, the best dog in the entire world, a Rottweiler I rescued from the pound and my trusty 10 year old shadow.

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Our 13 year old cat Seurat, who is so fat he can no longer see his feet. I have tried to put him on several diets but his will I have found is stronger than mine.

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Before I tell you about where I am let me tell you a little about myself. I was born in Michigan and was raised in a small suburb. I spent my childhood in bliss, skipping through the forests, being protected and loved by my parents who are still wonderfully in love and my role models. I eventually graduated high school with honors in 1998 but I never really felt like I fit in in High School. I wish someone had told me, and I would have listened that high school does not really matter; I may not have felt so terrible getting that B in AP History. Not one of my employers ever pointed out that one black mark on my record that caused me much teenage anxt.

I went on to attend The Art Institute of Pittsburgh where I worked hard as a waitress and equally hard in school. I was determined to succeed. I fell into and out of many relationships not letting any derail me from my purpose to do well and never finding any that fit just right. I graduated in 2004 with two degrees that led me to my career and move to Los Angeles. I met my husband in Los Angeles, actually I met him again I just don’t really remember the numerous times we ran into each other in Pittsburgh. See the whole story here.

I worked in various advertising agencies and I truly believe that it is one of the most cut-throat industries around. I worked hard, I climbed the ladder of command, and corporate America slowly sucked out my soul. Working every waking moment and trying to solve problems even in my dreams I felt myself slowly slipping. I started this blog as an extension of my journal, I had been toying with the idea for a while and then my boyfriend at the time proposed to me which was the catalyst for my very first post. That was a little over four years ago and we are now very happily married.

I lost my job in January 2009 which ended up being a miracle from God, I truly believe it helped save my sanity, and since then I have been a SAHH, or a Stay at Home Hussy. A title that I have been trying to define into something that works for me. Basically I have traded in my power heels and business attire, my high levels of stress and hardened exterior, for crocs and pajamas. I have a ton of hobbies which most flow into each other and back onto this blog. I like to try new things and challenge myself and found that by not working I needed other outlets to pour myself in to personally feel fulfilled. I do everything now around the house; I take care of all my husband’s needs as well as our two pets, and wonder on some days how the hell I managed to get everything done while both my husband and I were working 80+ hours a week.

I struggle with depression from my brother passing away and am still working on trying to stay happy. I have felt the cloud that was over my life lift a bit and the sunshine, ah the glorious sunshine is beautiful. Although I feel like I got chewed up and spit out of something horribly unpleasant with every single bone in my body broken and battered I did learn something important; I never really knew how strong I was. Although my recovery took some time I can now say with confidence that I am much better and I credit this blog to be a large part of that recovery process.

Welcome to my world, the chaos in our house is unreal. I hope you enjoy.