About Me
Hi! I’m Amy! Originally from Indiana, I’ve been in Arizona for four years working as a designer at a newspaper in town. I was recently laid off with 11 other folks because nobody reads the newspaper anymore. Plus, I pooped in my editors office. I’m currently on a “spiritual journey of enlightenment” to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. I think most people would call it “too lazy to put on pants and find a job.” I’m teetering between freelancing full time and getting another consistently paying job.

 

Rocketwife?

I’m getting married to an aerospace engineer in October and when we first met I called him Rocket Man. When he didn’t mind, I knew he was a keeper. We work well together because we’re complete opposites. He loves science fiction, I like art. He has a place for everything, I have everything all over the place.

 

What about your photos?

I’m an amature photographer. What I really mean is that I bought a camera and just started taking pictures. I’m learning, I’m not great, I don’t pretend to be. Bare (Bear?) with me and hopefully I’ll get better.

 

Three dogs??!!!

Don’t forget the fish! When the fiance and I met, I had one dog and he had another. We moved in together last year and when he was out of town I went down to the pound to look around. That’s when I found our boxer, an abused, underweight pile of hopelessness. I brought her home and used the rest of the week to come up with ideas on how to break it to Rocket Man. Needless to say, he was PISSED. But he’s also a sucker for cute things and quickly fell in love. Our beta fish, Frank (in) the Tank, keeps me company at my desk.

 

Random Facts

I’m a sucker for really trashy reality television. I hate shows like American Idol and Dancing with the Stars but would cancel any date for a new episode of A Shot of Love with Tila Tequila.

 

I don’t think it’s ever too early to open a bottle of good chardonnay.

 

I’m extremely sarcastic and tend to exaggerate. Many relationships have been foiled because of this “quality.”

 

I use way, way, way, too many, commas. It’s a, disease.

 

If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life it would be the Spicy Chicken Sandwich from Wendy’s. Oh man, those are awesome.

 

The rest of the family

(From left: Farley the boxer, Molly the mutt and Portia the pug)

 

(Frank (in) the Tank)

 

(The fiance, Rocket Man)

And one last thing about our gross love …

I used to have a Blogspot account and on Jan 5, 2006 I wrote this:

 

I’m creative, he’s an engineer.
I love the Cubs, he can’t get enough of the White Sox.
I have curly hair, his is very, very, um, straight.
I’m messy, he has a walk-in closet of organization.
I’m a procrastinator, he had everything done yesterday.
And yet, for the first time, everything makes sense.

 

The very best comment I have ever received was from Pat in Minnesota. He summed up our relationship in very few words:

 

“I’m also an engineer. My wife is the creative one. Our house feels like a home thanks to her.”