diet Coke? check.
check that sangria is good? scheckkkk.
cocktail wienies? check.
cheese platter? che....OK, hold on - who ate on the cheese platter? Brendan, i'm looking at you!
disco ball & Bee-Gees albums? check and check.
OK - well, i think we're ready to get this party started! i am officially #407 in this blog party, and so since we all need name tags, i'll put mine on and bore you to tears with the nonsensical ramblings that many of my Gentle Readers (hopefully you'll be a new one - let me know!) have come to expect from me.
My name is Valerie. (and yes, i am gonna make you play the game where you need a food that starts with the same letter as your name. mine is Valencia oranges) i live in the OC where i am neither a teenager, or a horny housewife (shut up, April!) wearing Versace. i'm just a middle-aged broad who waited a long time for my husband. we exist quite happily with each other and our furbaby, Elvis the WonderKat.
i've live in Mostly Smoggy Southern California my entire life. i'm an only child, and no, i wasn't spoiled growing up. i'm a photographer who can't focus, a writer who's illiterate, an artist with no talent and a singer with double no talent. i love reading, scrapbooking, cross-stitching, the beach (de rigour for a native southern Californian) and creating nicer crap out of other crap.
i have no tan. i'm not skinny and my boobs are my own (three myths dispelled about all OC wives!)
thanks for stopping by. i hope you enjoy this station in your blog-party jumping. do sign the guestbook (aka - leave a comment!) so i can thank you again for checking me out!
happy party hopping. now i need to go start the Hustle dance lessons.