My name is Louise, but my friends call me Lou. I’m pushing 50, but that doesn’t bother me because I don’t act my age. Some days I’m like a 12 year old boy (like when I read that scientists are probing Uranus looking for gas) and other days I feel like I’m 80 (everything hurts). So, any number in between those two works for me.
I was born in Canada and lived there until I was 29. I met my husband there, we got married there and then a little over a year later, he got offered a job in Oregon. We jumped at the chance for an adventure. Plus, who doesn’t want armed guards between them and family?
Both our kids were born in Oregon. Before they were born, we got pregnant. We went golfing the day we found out and I golfed the best game of my life. We lost our angel, Tiger, at nine weeks of pregnancy.
We have an American Hairless Terrier, named Louie. I think he’s part cat. Maybe it’s because I trained him to be just as lazy as me.
And then I couldn’t take the rain for one more day, so I forced my poor family to move to Arizona. We’ve been here for just over three years now, and I still don’t think I’ve gotten used to the heat but my house and car have air conditioning, so I’m good.