Monday, February 26, 2007

One more into the abyss...

It's finally happened -- I have joined the millions of people who believe their thoughts, feelings and sandwich recipes are interesting enough for public consumption -- or at least for the consumption of the ten or so people I can guilt into reading it.
Let's start with a bit about me. Of course, if you're reading this you are probably my Dad or some other close relative -- but hey, you're already here -- so indulge me. My name is Libby Mitchell and I live in Salt Lake City, Utah -- the smallest big city in the world.


I am married to a wonderful man named Ryan.

We live in a little house.

We have a dog named Sally, three cats and a number of marauding raccoons who come down from the hills to regularly eat the koi in a pond in our backyard.


Life, for the most part, is good. I work as a television producer at a local station. That balances out all the work that Ryan does as a teacher at a private high school. He makes them smart -- I bring them back to reality. I like to think its how we do our part for cosmic balance.

Of course, now that I'm on the Internet, I totally rule. Ryan will have to like conquer a planet to catch up with me.

Its a Libby revolution.

5 comments:

Cate said...

That is great and all, but what is the best way to make a grilled cheese sandwich?

Dave said...

Shouldn't this be Illogical Libby?

And the best way to make a grilled cheese sandwich is with red wine, and LOTS of it!

Jamie Janke said...
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Jamie Janke said...

Ode to my friend Libby.....
There once was a girl Libby,
She had a husband, dog and three kitties.
Everyone knew that she was one of a kind,
And brought lots of laughs and ALWAYS drank wine.
The kind in a bottle, box or glass....
She talked a good talked and was certainly crass.
We love you Lib, glad your part of our lives,
Made someday, Steve will want you as my Sister Wife.
HEE HEEE!!! Love you

Amanda said...

What about your world's cutest nephew? He is pretty damn cute, even if he does think that he is Dan Zanes & therefore entitled to a banjo.