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Darn, this is hard. Harder than I thought it would be. According to a recent Personality Profile that was done on me, courtesy of my employer, I'm supposed to be somewhat outgoing, even to the point of cocky. It says I am at ease talking about myself, and look for opportunities to do just that. And here I am, opportunity a knockin', and I'm stumped.
Get on with it, Lisa
Good start. My name is Lisa, aka Ophelia. The Ophy thing started......hmmmm......well, let's just say "a while back". For reasons I can't even remember I needed a name, an alias, a pseudonym. I'm a bit of a Shakespeare fan (I can see Koko shaking her head at those words.)
Koko's my best net-friend in the world. I could go on and on about her, but this is about ME ME ME, dammit! :)
I was born in the Autumn of 1961.(note the cleverness of putting in the year so I don't have to come back here every 12 months and change my age.....it's stuff like that which makes me cocky, huh?)
I'm divorced. That was a whole previous life for me. I remember my marriage in minute detail, t'was a good one in my books. Too bad the yutz didn't agree.
Bygones.
I am old and wise enough to know that love can be found again. I have. A couple times, actually. Okay, here comes the tribute to Bumblebee.......
He's a wise one, that Bumblebee of mine. In his words, "I am just a simple man, trying to get by."
Simple, my butt baby.
Bumblebee is probably the most complicated person I know. Kind and compassionate to the nth degree. He's pretty brave too, but he'll deny that one. Tuff luck, sweatheart, this is MY version! I truly do adore this man. He has touched me so profoundly, so deeply, that I could never hope to put into words how he's changed my life. And devilishly handsome too! In the time I've known him I've found that cosmic connection that binds only the kindrest of spirits. And I know I'll never have to come back here, 12 months from now, or 1200 months from now, and change a single word I've said about him. Loving this man is easy. And the hardest thing I've ever done.
I work for a financial institution. Been doing that the better part of 19 years now. Last year I decided there was more to me than banking, so I hitched up my trailer and headed to parts unknown. I settled in a quiet community in the south central area of British Columbia called Kelowna. Prettiest place in the world, hands down.
So now, I still do the banking thing (sometimes it's hard to shake a stigma that's been with ya for so long) but I'm also going to college. I have no idea what I will be when I grow up, but it's sure fun getting there.
I have some extremely amazing people in my life. You will see them mentioned from time to time as this journal shakes away the cobwebs and becomes a living history. Let me tell you about the three most incredible friends a person could have.
I can't even pick who should go first, so we'll do it alphabetically. Arlie, my compadre, my humourist, my light in the dark. Muffin, my far away friend who is always knitted deeply into my heart and dearly missed each and every day. Shaunie, my soulmate, my birthday sharer, my hero. I love you all dearly, emphatically and forever.
Koko, previously mentioned, and worth mentioning a thousand times more. We are, in so many ways, the same person. We've journeyed the cyberwaves a hundred times and back again. She is my sight in a world of blindness. Koko brings perspective to my life. Loving her is the most natural thing I've ever done.
Person number four of great importance is Rembrandt. My gentle giant. He and I are bound for life. He came to me, a tiny, sightless creature and has has never left my side. No one will ever be as he is to me. He is, my cat. My main squeeze. My little man. My constant and ever-devoted companion.
I also have an amazing sister. The word 'sister' was made for Kathy. She has given me the two most prescious gifts I have ever received. My neice and nephew. Love took on a whole new meaning when those babies were born.
And there's Pausie. My dad. Hero, mentor, guardian angel. And, of course, my dearly loved and departed Mausie, my mom. I am who I am, for better or worse, because of this woman. Her dreams will live on in my heart forever. The sparkle of her eye guides me onward. Her laugh, like a gentle caress, echoes in my mind when I need the boost only a mother can give. Loved and never forgotten.
Oh, one other little thing.....I am a cancer survivor. Proud as all get out over that one!
Fireside
