01 – about
ALL ABOUT THE HELEN
So I suppose you came to this little subsection to find out more about me. Autobios are so hard to write up, which is probably why I’ve been stalling writing one for so long. You already know the basics — I’m Helen, I’m 29, I’m married, I’m a mother, I’m a mental health therapist for the government in Canada. Yeah, I’m basically what people call a “shrink.” Weird, huh? How many shrinks online do you know who have a million websites and blogs? I think the number is pretty small. Given that fact, my privacy has become extremely valuable over the past few years. Confidentiality is a big deal to me, so regardless of how many different sites I have, you won’t really know the true goings-on of my life unless you know me personally.
I’m a prolific writer, and I like sharing my daily events, thoughts, and ramblings with the world. However, they’re mostly surfaced stuff because I can’t be bothered to get too deep these days, especially given the work I do. I used to, but that was when I was still in school and didn’t know any better. Heh. Don’t get me wrong. I have some pretty deep thoughts. They’re some of the deepest out there, but I’m not gonna be sharing them too blatantly anymore. I’m sure some people will miss that, given what a political nut blogger I was just a few years ago. I’m sure others won’t miss it at all because it’s less stressful now, going to my site. Heh.
A little bit of background info, if you will. I am absolutely in love with my best friend of approximately 10 years. His name is Dave, but I affectionately call him “Husband.” Not “Hubby,” not “Sweetheart,” just “Husband.” He calls me “Wife.” It started as a cute little joke when we first got engaged, when I was so proud I started to call him “Fiance.” After we got married, the joke continued and I began calling him “Husband.” Now it’s stuck. Other nicknames for the poor man include Schweetie, and Lover. Primarily, it’s Husband, though. Because that’s what he is. He’s my hunky husband.
We live with an affectionate cat who thinks she’s a dog. Her name is Tinkerbell. To complete the round of nicknames, I also call her Stinkerbell, Tinkersmelly, or just plain Stink. She’s our little shadow: she goes where we go (well, as long as we’re in the house, that is), she lies at our feet, she sleeps with us at night. She’s quite the spoiled little thing, and she fully understands that this is her house and therefore she can do whatever the heck she wants, within reason. For kicks, Stinkerbell also chases bugs, barks at birds outside, and plays fetch with my knitting needles and her foam balls. Toldcha, she thinks she’s a dog. We don’t have the heart to tell her she’s a cat, because she hates cats. Shh.
The three of us just welcomed a new member into our family, a baby girl. Lily, aka Baby Bean, the apple of our eye, the joy of our lives, the most awesomest addiction we could possibly be blessed with, was born on July 12, 2008 (her due date!). I can’t imagine life without her, and I wonder what I’ve been doing all these years before I’ve got her. We are sooo in love with her. I’ve come to the conclusion that all these years were spent preparing myself for motherhood, so I can be a good mom to her. I am proud to be this child’s mother. She already changed my world: I don’t doubt she could change everyone else’s too.
Well, that’s me in a nutshell. I’m pretty boring, but I’m also darn happy. I live a pretty simple life. I enjoy my career, I like helping people, I’m an equal-opportunity friend, I love my family, I love my cat. That’s all there really is to know about me. Everything else is just icing on the cake.