There is a line from Ferris Beuhler’s Day Off – “My friends call me Gennie but my real name is Shawna”.  Well, my name is Shawna but to the blogosphere I am Stella.  When I was pregnant I wanted to name a girl baby – Stella.  But since I’d been using the nom de plume for so long, my husband vetoed it calling it…’too weird’.  Ah well – I had a boy anyway.  We named him Oban.  A fine Scotch whisky.  There is no point really to any of this.

Im 32.  Married.  Mama.  Atlanta transplant.  I could throw down a bunch of labels like ‘cloth diaper’, ‘stay-at-home-mom’, ‘no circ’, ‘blah’, ‘blah’, ‘blah’, but that would just give you a free pass to toss me in some camp that I may or may not actually identify with.  I am just a freelancer.  I dabble in a little bit of this, and a little bit of that.

I’m training for a half-marathon.  I love Anne Lamott, and Catherine Newman.  And Bon Iver.  And The Fabulous Beekman Boys.  And American Pickers, and Paula Deen.  I like coconut creme pie and mayonnaise mixed with ketchup on my french fries.  I love the French country and have been to Antarctica.  It is in fact, pretty damn cold.

My husband is a super athlete.  He bikes, and swims, and runs, and kayaks, and rock climbs, and does all sorts of crazy ass shit really well.  He makes me beautiful furniture and is a pretty awesome dad.  And he’s hot.  I met him on  No shit.

Thems the facts.