Well, not everything. A girl’s got to have her secrets, am I right?
I’d like to tell you a little about me though. As I’m sure you have figured out, my name is Liz. Well, Elizabeth, but everyone I know calls me Liz. Since this is my little corner of the web, you can call me Liz too. Pull up a chair, grab a cup of coffee or glass of wine, and settle in for the ride. If nothing else, I promise it will be interesting.
I was born and raised in California. A little over five years ago I moved to Arizona with my then-boyfriend. We got married October 25th, 2014, surrounded by 40 of our nearest and dearest in a small chapel with a justice of the peace. My husband went to church as a kid, but never really believed in any kind of higher power, and I’ve had a tumultuous relationship with God, though we’re on better terms now. When we got married it was important to us that we have a civil and not religious ceremony, but the church was beautiful. So that’s where we got married.
In January 2015, I found out I was pregnant. A few short weeks later, I found out I’d miscarried. We brushed ourselves off and started trying again, only to lose another baby in May, shortly after Mother’s Day. Gut-wrenching pain doesn’t come close to describing how that felt. We’ve yet to figure out why I keep miscarrying, and the blood tests my doctor ran didn’t produce any concrete results, so we started trying again. So far, no dice.
In September 2015, after a few things fell into place all at once and we realized just how miserable we both were, we sold our home in Phoenix, Az and moved back to California after a short stint in Denver, Co while we waited for our home in California to become available. It’s been a rocky year, and not without it’s share of frustration, but overall I am glad to be back.
I’d also like to include a disclaimer. I use sarcasm. A lot. I know that doesn’t always come across well in writing, so please be mindful of my proclivities when commenting. If you’re not sure, ask. I’ll do my best to make sure it’s obvious, but sometimes I slip up. And I’ll never make fun of you for asking, so please don’t be afraid to ask.
Other than that, I’m pretty easy to get along with. This is my spot on the web, and I want to make it a safe place for people to express their views without being ridiculed. Place nice, and we’ll all have a good time.