Welcome to ICLW

Short intro for all the ICLWs who come this way:



I'm a 45 year old (with 46 rapidly running towards me) African Canadian woman who has emerged from the ashes of infertility with a few bits left to still pursue family building through adoption. I repeat, a few. I've basically lived me life in a question mark so long now that I'm severely cranky. Only my Buddhist faith ,dark sense of humour and occasional pharmaceutical has kept me from hitting the eject button. I'm happily married to a white dude from the Rockies for 7 years now though we've been together since 1854. I'm also a chronically underemployed actress/director/typist who was robbed of a blissful life of beer and skittles by the crappy economy. If you see an unattended mocha baby, please contact me at the above url.... I seem to have lost mine despite 4 IVF attempts, 2 lap surgeries, and a bag full of credit cards. My eggs weren't too shabby but the uterus had some pesky fibroids that apparently didn't like to share their real estate. Why the strange moniker? It's all explained here. I try to be as honest as I can, but I also try to create medicine out of poison. I like pretty shoes and I like to stamp my feet when I don't get my way, but since that has never worked, I've decided to give up my princess tiara to put on my crown and rule like a queen. Up to speed yet?