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 hotornot.com. No shit.
Thems the facts.