Desperately Seeking Susan 
Okay so I figure I've been around this Internet for a number of years now and perhaps I've made a wee dent in it someplace. Finding myself with all the laundry done, the floors swept, and the dishes reposing in warm sudsy glory, I balanced my cup of hot coffee on the only vacant and already coffee stained corner of my computer and decided to surf for myself.
For MYSELF literally!
Typing my name in HotBot, I amassed 28 hits, settled back and began to explore. What hath Bot wrought?
It seems that my husband, Kent and I were so happy with our purchase of a home in the lovely Puget Sound that our complimentary letter to the realtor found its way on their home page. Hmmm....actually my husband, KEN, and I have a nice home on equally lovely Apes Hole Creek (honestly truly that's what it's called), and the people we bought it from are dead and I can't thank them but...
Then, nearly in our own backyard, I find that I'm listed in the Chamber of Commerce business section for St. Michaels where I have a cosmetics company. Not bad for someone who doesn't wear makeup...
Equally amazed was I to find among my claims to fame, that I'm the Acting Director of the Writer's Center for Colby University, an Orchestra teacher in Johnson City, Tennessee, and the Program Coordinator for an online library program in Westchester. The writing I can buy, and I wish someone else would too. I can't carry a tune in a bucket so I feel sorry for the Sousas, and I can't coordinate my own life, much less a whole library program. But who am I to spit in the face of such acclaim?
I was MOST happy to see that I was born in Idaho on the 14th of March in 1975; being 23, in tatertown, and so successful has never felt so good. Actually I am not sure I remember 23 at all, but I'm positive it was a very good year and I probably still had all my facilties about me.
My life went on to include being a 'muck raker' in the NY League of Conservative Voters...the first time my name and the word 'conservative' have EVER appeared in the same sentence, and I still found time to be a student at the University of Maine where I'm a confirmed feminist. I must admit to having semi-hated men now and then....but Mainely I like em!
I don't hold anything against the guy who's going to auction my belongings off from a storage facility in Michigan, after all, he's just doing his job. But, I wonder if that's where all my missing socks are??? Just the blue ones, if I can only find the blue ones I'll be so happy.
I was pleased to see that my persuance of an art degree from Salisbury State was not wasted when I found that I had become the curator of Modern and Contemporary Art at the National Museum of Womens Art. I guess I acquired this job from my pro-feminism stand back in my University of Maine days. But, I sure never cared for that modern stuff...NOT that I was conservative you understand...see two paragraphs above...
Being as sports talented as a marionette with broken strings, I was so proud to be associated with Soccer leagues in both Colorado and Canada. I bet I chalked up a lot of miles on my 'soccer mom' van going between those games! I'll have to check my count of frequent goalie miles.
Since I had actually considered the vocation of pooch, puss, and pet healer, I was thrilled to find that I graduated in 1980 from the University of Tennessee Veterinary School. Having already acertained that I'd been born in Idaho in 1975, I must have been a child prodigy. My animal health training was probably helpful since I found classifieds where I was selling dogs in Colorado and horses in Canada. I guess I had them in the soccer mom van as well. That would explain the fleas in the glove compartment.
And, finally, as search engines will do, my search for Susan Sterling sent me to Susan and Ken who SELL sterling silver in New Jersey. This is likely the only shiny thing in that state, and I hope the IRS never comes looking for me, the only silver I have to sell was gifted to me by my dentist.
Of the 28 entries, only 2 were actually ME...one where I signed the guestbook of a werewolf (don't ask) and one on someone's homepage who gave me credit for creating a graphic he used.
Sure, so the real me turns out to be a 'geek who howls at full moons'...Sure, I coulda been somebody...go ahead and laugh.
I like me just the way I am!
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