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I love to laugh until it hurts, I love to kiss, to go dancing, music, NFL football, the National League where they play real baseball, and I love the beach. Consequently, I also love sunscreen. ISince I've grown up on central California beaches, I fantasize about wandering on a duney, reedy, grassy beach on some Carolina island someday, watching turtles come up out of the sea. (Lame, maybe, but sometimes so am I.)

Algebra sort of, geometry not at all.

I love the photography of Diane Arbus. I love listening to Bird Parker. I love opera as long as it's in Italian...makes me cry no matter what. Also Edith Piaf--although my French sucks, I still think I get what she's singing about sometimes.

My father taught me to love the San Francisco Giants, pull for whoever's playing the New York Yankees, and despise the Los Angeles Dodgers. No exceptions and no mercy.

I believe the designated hitter rule is a crime against nature.

I love room service. I love long bubble baths with pitchers of martinis and a remote for the bathroom TV I'm not watching.

I was a great daughter, and I miss my parents every single day of my life. In their honor as well as my own, I'm a good friend, good mother, good sister, good listener, pretty good cook who wants to get better, avowed optimist, and being a trusting soul, I like almost everyone right away. I am endlessly loyal to people I love. I appreciate great vodka, dark chocolate, most beer, good italian food, and Maker's Mark neat. I wish I could speak Italian. I wish I could play the piano. The last bite of food I want to taste before I leave this earth is really good tiramisu.

Rules to Live By:

--It'll all be OK in the end. If it's not OK, then it's not the end.
--Never leave camp.
--Some days you're the dog, other days the hydrant.
--You can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning.