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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 09 Feb 2010 13:15:52 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>About</title><subtitle>About</subtitle><id>http://www.thegirlwho.net/about/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.thegirlwho.net/about/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thegirlwho.net/about/atom.xml"/><updated>2009-10-18T01:37:51Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.1 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>-</title><id>http://www.thegirlwho.net/about/2009/9/17/i-started-this-blog-in-2005-because-i-had-just-married-and.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thegirlwho.net/about/2009/9/17/i-started-this-blog-in-2005-because-i-had-just-married-and.html"/><author><name>The Girl Who...</name></author><published>2009-09-18T00:59:13Z</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:59:13Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/3858444780_ba00d94a8c.jpg"></span></span>I started this blog in 2005 because I had just married and ran away to live in NYC with my new <a href="http://www.thunderpie.net/"target="new">husband</A>.  I like to write and my Mormon upbringing impressed upon me the absolute importance of journaling.  I still make Jello and can whip up a mighty good casserole too, so it wasn't all bad, the Mormonism.  I'm not Mormon anymore.  Stopped believing in my early twenties, was super-pissed about it throughout my mid-twenties, came to grips with it in my latter-twenties and officially resigned when the church helped raise funds in support of Proposition 8 in 2008.  You'll find I like to get upon my Soap Box now and again and ballyhoo but I'm not half as angry about things as I used to be.  Some family members and childhood friends shake their heads at me, the apostate, but that's okay, I shake my head right back which makes for, you know, a lot of head-shaking.
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I met my husband, my new savior, at a rock gig in Salt Lake City in August of 2004 and married him a few weeks later.  It felt right.  It was right.  You can read all about it <a href="http://www.thegirlwho.net/mormon-to-married-in-manhattan/"target="new">here</a>.  Go on, it's a good story.
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We moved to Brooklyn, New York for a few years.  In 2007, after more than a decade of touring the world with his band <a href="http://www.marah-usa.com"target="new">Marah</A> my husband decided to quit.  He was tired.  <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monicabielanko/4011708992/"target="new">It was time.</a>  
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We moved back to Utah where we now live with our dogs Max and Milo and our new baby daughter Violet.  I work as an executive producer for a local news station.  
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I swear.  A lot.  People who say swearing is evidence of a lack of intelligence annoy me.  When I stub my toe the only thing that makes it feel better is a nice, hearty FUCK!  Often only MOTHERFUCKER will suffice.  And I am smart.  Smarter than a lot of people who don't swear.  
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I like beer, Howard Stern, beer, documentaries (including True Life and 16 And Pregnant on MTV) and then the dramatic, gritty ones that indicate I am a serious film-goer.  And beer.  Did I say beer?  A dry, red wine is nice too.  I like to know about people and their lives.  I hate romantic comedies.  Would rather watch paint dry than a romantic comedy.  Except for awesome 80's movies generally starring Molly Ringwald and directed by the late John Hughes.  I'm not saying that to be all movie elitist or anything, I just don't like romantic comedies, they make me feel awkward, fidgety and eye roll-y.  I read a lot.  That includes In Touch, Us Weekly and Star.  People magazine is good too.  I am stubborn but easily influenced by persuasive people.  I change my mind a lot.  
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Oh!  And if presented with the choice of nachos or a big slab of cheesecake I will choose the nachos every time.  This, I believe, is an integral part of understanding who I am.  Nachos.]]></content></entry></feed>