One gorgeous July morning in 1972, a sweet and beautiful little hazel-eyed girl was born to the perfect couple. The child's mother was more talented than Martha Stewart, sexier than Penelope Cruz, and wealthier than Oprah. The child's father was smarter than Einstein, more spiritual than Gandhi, and owned a tropical island in the South Pacific. This child was destined to have a wonderful life. Unfortunately, the nurses at the hospital made a horrible mistake and mixed up this beautiful child of destiny with some homely peasant girl born to The Odd Couple and life was never the same.

I am still searching for my real parents.

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Randomness:

Transplanted from the Pacific Northwest less than a year ago, I am still adjusting to life in Georgia. I have learned that if you aren't 'Rightly frum 'round heah' than you are a Yank, no matter what. New York? Yank. New Mexico? Yank. New Zealand. Yank. Alien? Definitely a Yank.

I live in the country with seven horses, five spayed cats (not all by choice thanks to the lady who sold us the house), one golden retriever, and two children (one of them I call Husband).

Mr. Big has been my life partner for nearly eleven years.

The Child has been in my life since 1990.

Although I haven't always lived in the country, I was born in the country and my cowgirl roots grow so deep that there is a monk somewhere in China digging up boots in his garden.

I knew I loved horses before I could walk.

On my tenth birthday I received two horses by mistake - one from Mom and one from Dad. Obviously, The Odd Couple had to work through some communication issues.

I ride western.

I jog five miles every weekday.

I won't squish spiders or any other creepy crawlies I find in my house, instead I make them stay for tea and subject them to my personal poetry.

Since transparent, white, and black are not colors - then pink is my favorite.

I love yogurt, and although I consider myself vegan, I just can't give it up. Yet.

I am anal about taking my vitamins and you should be too.