This is that annoying first-time post, where the author is supposed to explain who she is, what she's doing here, and why she feels the need to inflict her personal ideas and dramas on someone else's life. Well, here goes.

 Aoife is my assumed online name, my internet voice. Mostly because I'm short and red-haired enough to be so frequently mistaken for Irish that I just assumed that an unbearably Gaelic name fit the bill. I'm an author, though not a very good one since I'm so ADD that I hardly ever finish what I start. This is a Very Big Problem, as publishers kind of need something to publish before they'll hand you a big, fat, shiny cheque to go with your neurosis. On the up side, however, I love that I get to work in my pajamas, and that I have a loyal following of myrmidons who anxiously await the next brilliant thing I have to say. Kids, don't underestimate the power of leading masses of people. Seriously, it's like crack.

 I have a wonderful husband who has some not-so-wonderful medical issues. We're working on them but suffice to say, it's terribly frustrating not to be able to simply wave a magic wand and make it all better. But, we've been together for years and know each other well enough to know that this is the real thing, the one and only. We know how important we are to each other and that's enough to work through anything. Plus, he's incredibly sexy in his Air Force blues.

Sap notwithstanding, I'm not the kindest, most comforting person. I'm the friend you go to for advice, because you know I'm not going to candy-coat anything for you; I expect others to do the same for me. Playing nice never got me anything but used, while being a bitch gets me published. See, yet another perk of being an author! I'm not a one-bit pony; expect to see everything from critiques and criticisms of Mormonism, abortion, gun control, income taxes, and cake recipes. Just like an asshole, I have an opinion and I'm not afraid to use it.