Hi, I’m Tracy. I have a bit of a nostalgia thing (I like to call it the nostalgia sinkhole). Here I am back in the day, grabbing a Dum Dum Pop while my Mom (in the background on the left) picked up her paycheck (pre-direct deposit!). My sugar addiction started early.
My brother once told my Mom I write exactly like I talk. I think he meant it as a compliment. Assuming my brother was right, then reading what I write here will be just like hanging out with me in person, only in writing I can’t break out into song. You’re welcome.
One of my Mom’s favorite things to say to me is, “There is something wrong with you.” Feel the love.
I’m always disappointed when I don’t really learn anything about someone from their About Me page, so here are some facts.
I was born in what, at the time, was the third largest city in Pennsylvania. Erie has some wonderful qualities that I miss very much, but employment in my field isn’t one of them. So since 1996, I’ve lived in the D.C. area. It is way too frigging hot here. Feel free to say, “it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity,” or “better too hot than too cold,” but if you say those things, my response will be, “screw you.” It’s too damn hot and being outside four to five months out of the year makes me lose the will to live. The area has grown on me, because there’s Wegmans within driving distance now.
Here is a picture of one of my favorite things, Funky. I have shared my secrets with him since first grade. Growing up I always called him a bear. Fairly recently, I was forced to admit Funky is clearly a monkey.
I live with my husband (assuming our Canadian wedding was legal) and fluffy dog. Dave is “understands physics” smart (physics pisses me off), learning to play the guitar, an excellent cook, and the only fan of C-SPAN’s Book TV. One of Dave’s best qualities is his inexplicable ability to put up with my bullshit and like me anyway. Chuck loves poultry, being outside, and Dave. (Chuck is the dog).
Here we are on vacation:
I’m analytical and skeptical, so research seemed like a good field for me. Turns out it makes me a cranky pain in the ass. Aside from people who confuse correlation with causation, three of my biggest pet peeves are: people talking on cell phones
loudly in public, the sound of other people chewing, and when people waste my time (OK, I just should have said “people” are my pet peeve).
I can always justify dessert, and I’m currently obsessed with making ice cream.
My favorite element is Molybdenum.
If you’re wondering what the hell “logy” means, click here.