Though it doesn’t look like it at the moment, my web site is actually undergoing a complete redesign. That must mean it’s time to update the About page too. It may be a while until I get to it, so for now, I’ll be leaving what’s here, even though it’s pretty silly.

I know that taking down my archives every so often would mean that people who found my web site would think it’s new, and they most certainly would have no way of knowing anything about me … all those things I have spent over a decade beating into people’s heads, explaining, or whining about daily. So I am going to try to make a list of all the things someone should know before interacting with me. This is going to be a work in progress. It took me four years of daily typing to say it all last time. I’ll try to be a little more concise this time.

Without further ado, here are the random bits that popped into my mind as I started trying to fill my About Page with all the things you should know. I’ll add more things and edit the ones that are already here when I have the time or something new occurs to me. Like I said … it’s a work in progress. It is going to be a work in progress forever, sort of like my blog.

I am in my forties. I expect to be treated like an adult woman … with respect. You don’t have to kiss my ass, but if you call me names and mean it, I will ban you from commenting and possibly even from seeing my web site. I also don’t like being told what to do as though I were a 10 year old. I have had a few years of experience in this thing called life, and I have squeezed in as much living as I could in the time I have had so far. I have scars and stories. You might want to keep all that in mind.

I have had a daily updated web site before “blog” was a word. For the first five years, my site moved often from free host to free host. It changed names and styles a few times. Then I bought a domain name and a hosting plan. Things have never been the same since. In 2009, Just Orb celebrated its eighth year as a dot com.

I have Dr Pepper for blood. I fear it will be the thing that kills me.

If I were rich, I’d be a lush. Not much for beer and shots, but I do enjoy a well mixed cocktail.

My all-time favorite foods are artichokes, black olives, avocados, yogurt, granola, and fillet mignon … not necessarily all at the same time, mind you.

You want to know what I wanted to be when I was a kid? Of course you do! Aside from a few years here and there when I wanted to be an astronaut, firefighter, ballerina, band director or storm chaser, the one thing I have always wanted to do was be a Broadway performer … or at least sing Broadway tunes in a lounge somewhere. Crazy huh?

I did take voice and dance lessons for years and years, not because I ever hoped to become a Broadway performer. I took them because I enjoyed them. Though my dancing skills have long ago faded, I do still have the voice. When I am not singing silly comedic songs I make up on the spot (something I do all the time to the annoyance of some people), I can still belt out a tune with some gusto … and I have been known to start doing the soft shoe at the grocery store, if just the right song comes over the PA system.

The first girl I ever kissed (in “that” way) is now a famous musician, and no … I don’t kiss and tell. The second girl I ever kissed is also a musician, though not so famous. I guess you could say I have something about musicians … and girls.

I like boys too. I have been hopelessly attached to a super guy named Lin for almost seventeen years. No, I am not leaving him for you, even if you are a female musician.

I have the attention span on a gnat … unless I am really into something. Lately the only things I really get that into are my arts and crafts, my web site, and reading the news. Well, there are a few other things, but I’ll leave them to your imagination for now.

Want to see what I looked like growing up? Click here to see all twelve years of public school photos. Don’t laugh!

If you are looking for Lora Blalock, or Lora-Lee Blalock, or maybe even Laura Blalock or Blaylock, if you don’t know how to spell the name, you might have found her.