About the Blogger

Damn.

I hate these “about me” pages. For me, they smack of a self-righteous interviewer who asks you, “How do you feel?” after your house has exploded/your dog was sucked up into a tornado and subsequently died/or you’ve survived being held hostage at the Nakatomi Towers for twelve hours. It’s stuff you probably don’t need to know in the first place, in other words.

But since most people want some idea of who is doing the writing, I will provide some very uninteresting facts about me so you’ll at least have a point of reference. Here’s my version of True North. I hope this helps you navigate this site.

My name is Kathleen Nelson, but you can call me Kathy. Call me Kath if you so choose, but don’t shorten my name any further or I’m liable to pound you. I’m a thirty-three-year old female who lives in the Twin Cities, in the People’s Republic of Minnesota, with her husband, an IT strategy consultant who is good at what he does, so hire him.

We have no pets. Although, we’d like a dog.

We have no children. Although, we’d like some. Sometime.

I was born and raised in Omaha. I have a love/hate thing going with Husker Football.

I am a wannabe novelist. That’s not to say I’ve never written a novel. I have. Two, to be precise, and I’m working on a third. They just haven’t been published. This site is not some stepping stone to help in this area. I started writing here because I needed a place to unload some of my thoughts. The only criteria I have for subject matter for the Cake Eater Chronicles is that the subject has to pique my interest. That’s it. If the subject bores me, I won’t be writing about it in some misguided effort to throw my two cents in on every topic.

Most of the time you could call me a haus frau. I do believe laundry is the discipline in which I truly outstrip my competitors, but I’m lacking in the cleaning department. If you want tips on how to get your whites whiter, let me know. I can help.

This is what I look like most of the time. This is the most recent, and most decent, picture of me. If I put on three hundred pounds, you can rest assured that this picture will stay put.

That’s a BMW 6 series coupe. It is not mine. I wish it were, though.

Likes: hot cars, speeding, shoes, reading, needlepointing (lame and yes I already know this), boys, Silly Germans, war movies and weaponry, Blue Bell ice cream, Henry Kissinger, copious amounts of chardonnay, and spy movies---just to name a few things.

Dislikes: sanctimonious nitwits, the Great White Hunter landlord and Tweedledumb, the husband’s clientele who think “due immediately” is a suggestion, cleaning, men who don’t put the seat down and who splatter, sweating as a result of exercise, people who say I have granny tits just because I’m low slung, and any mussel type of seafood---just to name a few things.