About Me

skiing in 2012

This page hurts me. Seriously. My small, circle of influence all say I'm the worst at writing about myself (as attested to by the fact I had my sister write the blurb about me on the home page). That no longer suffices. I'm going to be as interesting as I possibly can, and leave out all the traditional, boring stuff (sibling count, names of children).

• I love every type of food I've ever eaten, with the exception of Korean-style fish-heads and Ethiopian. The former made me gag (it still had the eyes, and had it not been for the fact I was with my South Korean boss in a foreign land, would have hurled right there), and the latter was not salty enough. My favs are generally my own; recipes like Loiusiana crab cakes that I've mutated beyond recognition, but clear the hurdle of house guests.
• I'm 'nearly 5'11", a fact that has engendered a LOT of teasing throughout my life. But here's the issue. At 5'10 clothes don't fit and I'm supposed to be a lot lighter (according to the doctor's scales), but if I say 5'11" it's not truthful and I get skewered. I haven't resolved this issue so I keep saying "nearly 5'11". As my husband reminds me, "being nearly" doesn't count for squat.
• Mastiffs are my favorite dog, having grown up with the brutes. Love was swapped for reality when a prospective pet-candidate greeted us at the breeders home, licking my husband's car from one end to the other. That was the end of the big dog era. We had Penelope, the pitbull, who we rescued from the pound who we adored until she died last year of cancer. More importantly, everyone else adored her. She was the first person my Mom, Lucas, my sister or anyone else of note in my life calls or intends to visit, you know the first question? It's always "how's Penelope" or "will Penelope be there?" I'm not kidding you. I don't have a pictu

  

  Me, Daisy our dog, and Porsche

  re of me with Lucas. I have a picture of Lucas and my dog! That's the best form of endorsement anyone can have I suppose. After she died we got a blue-haired pitbull we named Daisy, and she is now 9 months old (4/20/13) and was just diagnosed with possible cancer. What is up with this horrid disease. We will know the first week of May....an on-going saga.
• I've been influenced by many things, and my writing reflects it. I'm 44 after all. I have the battle scars of left on a person who made bad choices, followed by good ones. Further, how does one begin to condense the impact of a reader/musician/intellectual mother who cooks incredible well with a hard-driving, hard-charging father who inspired me to learn to fly and desire equally hard men? egads. Throw in a career in technology that got me hopping around the world, sleepless nights but well-dressed days, all forgone now to playdates and pumpkin patches. Life influences me. People influence me.
• Yes, the martial arts stuff is all me. Or rather, I know from which I write. I've been studying eight types of traditional martial arts for nearly 6 years, though I took a break when I got pregnant (the movements curdle the inerds, and hurt breast feeding). My favs are weapons of course, hence, my frequent references to being Laura Croft in the next life, especially since I know how to break someone's neck in less than 4 seconds.



The two little girls...

• The general peculiarities friends tell me others want to know: Yes, I live in a place that sounds like Happy Valley. My Swedish roots are deeper than the grey hair that's now coming in like slugs on wet ground. Yes, all those search results for Sarah Gerdes are in fact, me. (well, with the exception of the Olympic athlete). I had 20 yrs in the business world. That stuff leaves indelible tracks that can't be erased. Fast cars, boats and planes and even hee-haw trucks appeal to me, as do adrenaline-pumping, thrill seeking activities that make my husband nauseous, but my daughter scream with delight.When all seems lost, I turn to Krinkle Treats and Boehms. I'm tightest with my family, but bring in a new soullmate here and there. My cooking skills have gone a long way to making more friends than my own personality, and last but not least, my weight fluctuates like Oprah on a good day, creating more than enough fodder for blogs on natural health, fitness, weight loss and beauty techniques. None of which have the least bit of relevance for a writer, but are important for being a female in today's society. amen sisters (and a few brothers).

Rog- the man I'm always blogging
about. Convenient, since we are
married, and he has no shame, and
really doesn't care what I blog about

Beyond the above, if you really, truly want to get to know me, this blog pretty much covers the essentials, movie log lines and all. What I experience, I share, for as my dearest She reminds me "you have no shame! Get some!" but then my homeopathic swami chimes in and says "that's healthly! Be expressive! Be yourself"! Hopefully I'll cut a path right down the middle, I'll only offend a few people and still remain healthy.