MY DISTRACTIONS

Because how would I know, if I didn't have some perverse (not to say perverted) distractions of my very own?

I'm a middle-class, almost middle-aged suburbanite (currently residing in Kettering, Ohio) who grew up a working-class girl in a rural tobacco town in southern Ohio (Felicity -- I'm sure Mapquest can show you where it is).  Might as well get that out of the way.  I was a social Dr. Scholl's shoe pad.  I hated my school mates, by and large (the 10% human contingent were cool, and they certainly know who they were).  They must have hated me, or they wouldn't have left me all those notes in my locker in junior high telling me I was a deviant and I shouldn't breed.  So far, I haven't -- and most of them have ...

Consequently, I still look halfway decent, feel halfway decent and have a tres cool life.  Most of them are on second mortgages on their McMansions (or, conversely, their double-wides), trying to squeeze out the money to gas up their Suburban Assault Vehicles® and the Lunchables and Mudd jeans and N'Sync CDs their family lives -- that is to say, children -- require, while Tony and I enjoy (at the volume and pace we alone choose) our three cats, our funky 50s-era tri-level bungalow in the 'burbs, our volunteer commitments and our sporto four-cylinder economy pocket-rockets. 

And our disposable income, though right now, the cars are eating it to a disgraceful degree.  But hey -- the cars take us where we go to fulfill the other obsessions.

Which brings me to the short list.  Right now, it consists of one guaranteed obsession -- my fascination with old school buildings.

No apologies or explanations, mind you -- they're already on the page.

SCHOOL'S OUT!

I'll be adding links/pages at whatever pace my life allows me to add.  I'm an amateur photographer, so there's a lot I could -- and, ultimately will -- add.  I just haven't had time, yet.

Oh, but I will.