About softdrink

Some information about me, of no particular importance…

This is me. It’s like my header, only I have a mouth! And I know, it’s a crappy photo, but it is a fairly accurate likeness. Minus the glasses. Not because I’m vain (okay, I am, just not about the glasses, which I actually love), but because they’re those rectangular ones that seem to cut my eyes in half in pictures. So…no glasses. But you can now put a name to a face. Or is it a face to the name? Whatever.

Speaking of names…I am the blogger of many names. My real name is Jill, but I’ll answer to Softdrink (a nickname given to me many years ago by friends of my boyfriend, whose high school nickname was Hamburger) (and I usually don’t capitalize it, for reasons unbeknownst to even me). Since there seem to be some other Softdrink’s out there in the internets (the nerve!), I also use fizzybeverage, and people seem to like to shorten it to fizzy. To make things even more confusing, there are also other Jill’s out there in bloggerdom, so I show up occasionally as Other Jill (not to be confused with this Other Jill, who is an especially awesome person, even if she does insist on calling me Other Jill, when she’s really Other Jill).

And speaking of boyfriends (because I was, before I got off topic (if that’s even possible when there was no topic to start with))…yes, I have one. We’ve been together for almost 20 years, so the term boyfriend is a little weird. But it works for us. And no, I have no aspirations to marriage. I see no reason. The boyfriend is the above mentioned Hamburger, and he pops up quite frequently in posts, mostly because he’s been a bit accident prone the last couple of years and it’s hard not to talk about someone when their wounds occupy a good deal of your time.

But enough about him. Let’s get back to me…

I was born and raised in California, except for a 5 year stint in Oregon when my parents’ inner hippies emerged and we moved to BFE and lived in an old barn with NO TOILET (which meant we used an outhouse). I never really considered myself a California girl though, until Hamburger and I visited Green Bay, Wisconsin (Go Pack Go) in winter. I was never so glad to come home to sunshine in December as I was after sitting through a football game in 7 degree weather.

I turned 42 this year (I’m still wondering how that happened), but I promise you I rarely act my age. I have a huge sarcastic streak (it’s hereditary…from both sides of the family…I’m doomed) and I try very hard not to take myself seriously. You will often find bad song parodies lurking about the blog. And watch out, you might even show up in one of them! I’ve also been known to turn over my blog on occasion to Billy. Billy is a stuffed goat who likes to share what he’s reading.

Let’s not talk about the fact Billy looks more like a sheep than a goat. Unlike some of us, Hamburger never lived in BFE as a child, and evidently doesn’t know the difference between goats and other animals that make a baa-like sound. But I forgive him, because Billy is sporting a pair of glasses made by Hamburger so he can be a four-eyes like me.

In my real life I work for our county government. Sadly, the job does squat for my soul, so I try not to think about it. It does, however, provide me with the necessary moolah for my two passions…books and travel (okay, three…I love clothes, too).

So there you have it…things you didn’t really need to know about softdrink. (Also, I have a deep and abiding love for parentheses, in case you haven’t noticed.)