Tunnywho?  My sister gave me the nickname “Tunny” when she tried to lift me and decided I weighed a ton; consequently she always spells my name wrong.  I’m a divorced mother of two living in a rather unusual way.  If you want to learn more about my story, you’ll have to check around elsewhere because this is a family site, assuming your family is like mine.  People write bad movies about that stuff.  Anyway, my kids and I live with my parents in a more traditional (read: ancient) set up.  The statistics on single-parent homes aren’t very good and my folks have been gracious enough to help out, and the canonization papers have already been filed so there’s no need to go bugging God and the pope about it.  As hard as it is for my kids, at times, to be so closely monitored, the fact that they’re doing well in school and making a lot of friends says something.  As hard as it is for me, I wouldn’t change a thing.  And as ill-informed and unhip as my folks were when I was 15, I’m very pleased with how much they’ve learned since then.

Outside of my kids, I’m obsessive about my kayak and camping with it.  I love to run and bike (ohhh yes, I love to bike) and I’m restarting the triathlon training I began before life came at me hard.  Mountain climbing is coming into play in June ’10 as I’m scheduled to climb Rainier with some close friends.  It keeps getting better, I know!  Every time I pass a baby animal, I’m going to tell you it’s cute.  Mike Birbiglia makes me laugh. Every time a song comes on the radio that I know and love, I will zone out to my Happy Place and start singing - this is entirely unconscious.  I’m also obsessive about horses but that’s being heavily repressed until my lottery winnings come through because horses are crack, and you shouldn’t start a habit you can’t afford.