I guess I'm older than most (but not all) of the people who post here, let's just say I'm over 40 and leave it at that. I'm told I don't look my age, and I suspect that's because I don't have any children.
I've been married for going on 15 years, and lived with my husband for two years before that. Like Henry, we've gone through some tough financial times. We have also weathered our share of family tragedies.
We live in a medium sized city in the middle of the USA, in a white house with a green door and a fenced back yard. We are very attached to our dog, Sprocket; enough so that I suspect some people think we're a bit kooky.
Both my husband and I are librarians, but he works in a medical library at a local hospital and I work for the public library, managing one of the branches. I've had a life long interest in medieval history and prehistory, though I'm really more of a dabbler than an expert. I'm probably one of the few people you'll ever run across, or maybe even the only one, who can read Beowulf in the original Anglo-Saxon.
I love to read, especially science fiction and nonfiction, but I don't read nearly as much as I used to. I'm not sure why, but I just don't seem to have the urge to sit still with a book for hours. I've been playing computer games since around 1990 when we got our first computer, and I've been a usenet junkie for almost as long, though message boards have pretty much supplanted usenet for me. I came to D&D through computer games, though I had been secretly wanting to play since I was in college in the '70s. As for music, I like classic rock (I'm a bit of a head-banger), the blues and medieval music. We have a huge collection of music CDs, since my husband's and my taste only partially overlap.
I'm generally a social person, but I tend to get tired of people if I spend too much time with them. Well, except for my husband. I genuinely enjoy hanging out with him. Lucky me, eh? Anyway, I tend to not talk too much about myself and my feelings with friends, which is sort of odd for a female. I've never been comfortable with or interested in girl-talk or other girlie things like make-up, shopping sprees and fussing around with the house. I'd rather talk about books, or ideas, or hobbies.
I consider myself to be a highly moral person, and I am probably a bit too judgemental. Once someone has done something that I consider unethical, I have a hard time trusting them, or cutting them any slack. I try to live what I believe though, so at least I don't think I'm a hypocrite.
I'm told that I intimidate people, and I think that might be because I say what I think. I haven't ever been able to come up with any other reason, at least. I try to be nice, but I suppose I don't suffer fools gladly, and I think I sometimes have a hard time controlling my face when I think someone is an idiot. I struggle with this, but I'm not sure I've made much progress. Possibly this is because my husband's good opinion is the only one that really matters to me. Don't get me wrong, I don't want people to hate me. But as long as I can come home to someone who believes in me, and who I can laugh with, the rest of the world isn't so important. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.