Tunnywho?  My sister gave me this nickname ages ago because she said I weighed a ton and perhaps she was right.  I’m feeling it these days.  But I renamed her “my fookinsaysder” about 20 years ago, so we’re even.  It’s all good, really.

Sometimes keeping my own URL feels pretty self-serving and I guess it really is.  But it’s an outlet for me the same way some people ride loud motorcycles past your house at 3am, or how some women coat themselves in perfume.  My habit is only harmful if you manage to find me in this jungle.  But still, you stumble on me - not the other way around.  And there’s nothing else called “Tunnybell” out there (other than me) from what I can tell.  I like it that way.

Here and there I talk about my kids.  They read what I write and if they’re offended, I take it down.  It hasn’t happened yet but it could because I’m not going to screw around with them and besides, this is how I teach accountability.  I’ve devoted the last 16 years of my life to them.  For real.  Considering the tradeoffs I’ve made, you’d have to agree.  I’m not going to get into that here, but you’re welcome to dig around and figure it out for yourself. 

Finally, I don’t have the time to be messing with this website but I find myself coming back to the trough for more.  Writing for me just feels good.  And before you go thinking I’m all self-centered with my own URL and all that, I just want to remind you that you’re on my blog.  Of course it’s all about me.  It’s the one thing in my life that is.  So there.