I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the peanut butter that gets stuck to the roof of your mouth, and makes it all hard to swallow

Ok, seriously… while Id love to claim I am Darkwing Duck… fact is, I’m not a duck at all (I, am, however, dark) I digress tho… I am an iggy…. and iggy’s hate doing these pages coz they never know what to say… and they usually ramble on and on about crap that’s been said before. Over and over… ad infinitum.

So I’d like to take a different approach this time… rather than wax endlessly over all the talents and interests I have, instead, I shall capitalize on my life as a superhero! :chuckles: If only I were that cool…..

Well here’s some rather random things, anyway

Name: Barb (noun) An apparatus on a weapon, such as an arrowhead, or organism’s stinger that aids in protection, not only by merely piercing the flesh of its target, but moreover, by prohibiting easy removal from the wound. Never Barbara, as its too damn formal and old sounding, and never Barbie, as it has a negative connotation associated with it (really, I am anatomically correct, and not a bimbo, anorexic or blonde… and definitely not dating a dood named Ken) So yeah, definitely don’t call me that.

Nicknames: The Mistress of Evil, Evilene, Veruca (yes, as in Willie Wonka) Cherry by my son (for my dyed red hair) Babs, Neppy in some circles, and of course, IgnisSerpentus or Iggy. I might answer to hey you, but its a gamble

Nationality: Im a big dork when it comes to foreign and ancient history and had always wanted to have my DNA tested. As such… just recently, I finally did it, to find out just what the makeup is. I found out that from my dad’s side, I am slightly more than half Italian and Greek (The Italian: Tuscany and Milan. The Greek: Macedonia and the Peloponnese) with some Montenegrin and Cyprus mixed in. I also have about 7% Middle Eastern, which is specifically Moroccan and Egyptian with some traces from the Anatolian Peninsula (which likely is the result of my ancestry heralding back to either Ancient Persia or Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization) The other 38% from my mother’s side, is a mix of British, Irish and Scottish (Highlands) which includes both Basque and battleaxe clans in my genome. So Im a Roman Macedonian Spartan Amazonian Highlander. Yup, Im a total badass… and that explains soooo much lol 😛

I was born in Portland, Maine and lived there for awhile til I was 4. My family from my mother’s side were actually among the very first people who settled Maine (when it first became a state) during the revolutionary war, after migrating there from Nova Scotia. My mother taught me Acadian French when I was young (which is a dialect of French, belonging to Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and parts of Maine) I later then took proper French for 2-3 yrs on my own. I can also speak Kemetic (Ancient Egyptian) and can even somewhat decipher Hieroglyphics (I say somewhat, coz I’m rusty) I also know some Latin, though a small amount thereof.

I have a near genius IQ. You won’t generally hear me say that, however, coz one, IQ tests measure logic, and logic doesn’t equate to intelligence, as it is only merely being able to make a connection from point A to B… and two, I believe intelligence is relative. If I took a test based on everything I knew, Id ace it. To the contrary, based on nothing I knew, Id flunk… ergo, its all a crock of shit and yet another way people can throw their superiority around, if you ask me. But I do love to learn and have quite an aptitude for it… when there is interest there. If its boring drivel, I tune it out.

Real Hair Color: Unknown LOL Actually, being half Italian, its nearly black. But it HAS (and I kid you not) been every color of the damn rainbow at one point or another… except Blue.

Eye Color: Hazel. That isn’t brown, and it isn’t green, but some weird place that’s in between! Why yes, I am like Dr. Seuss on crack… thanks fer noticing 😉

Age: Old enuff to know better…. young enuff not to give a damn anyway. But I can tell you this much… I will never grow up 😛

Favorite color: Clear…. yes, its a color! Ok, truth be told, I like all colors (some more than others) My absolute favorite tho, is teal. In fact, I hack up all my software interfaces to be teal in color. True story *nods sarcastically*

Favorite food: The kind you eat. Actually, that’s not really accurate. I’m picky as hell and I eat like a bird… which pretty much equates to me being scrawny. I also often substitute food with Cigarettes (you’d be surprised how well it works) Seriously though, I would have to say Italian (and yeah, I know… we’re all really surprised, aren’t we??)

Favorite drink: Pina Coladas! With or without the little umbrella. I also love Goldschlager… I used to shoot it lit on fire.

Super Power: Sarcasm… without it, I am rendered mute. Well, okay not really… I’m a Gemini 😉 You’d have an easier time damning a Tsunami, than getting me to be quiet.

Pet Peeves: You know, it would really be easier to list things I am okay with… or at least, it would be a far shorter list.

Weird random facts no one knows about me:

I was named after my father’s ex wife (by my mother, of all people) and my middle name was after my grandmother.

I have an amazing memory, and can remember nearly everything from when I was 3 yrs old.

I have a strong aptitude for medicine, and would probably have made a good doctor, if I could deal with the prospect of losing patients. I’ve been around medicine my entire life. As early as 6 yrs old, I knew what terms like Aneurysm and myocardial infarction meant, as my mother was on call 24/7 as a medical staffer, and I was around nurses constantly growing up (some even babysat me) My mother took anatomy and physiology in my teens, while getting her Massage therapy license, and I’d help her study… so I also retained much of that. I was a chiropractic assistant for 3 yrs and did physical therapy with galvanic and transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation machines, learned to read x-rays, and even how to do spinal manipulation. I know acupressure and reflexology from my mother (and some pressure points from Kung fu lol) During my years as a tattooist, I had to learn about blood borne pathogens, such as hepatitis, and also minor infections caused by staphylococcus aurea (and how to treat them) I read the Merck manual and Gray’s anatomy and have even correctly diagnosed people in the past. People think it means I’m a hypochondriac, which couldn’t be further from the truth. That said, it does make me wicked smart when it comes up on jeopardy :wiggles eyebrows:

I have crescent moon birthmarks behind both my ears. I am convinced it means Im alien (lol no, not really… but hmm.. maybe)

When I was little, I would wear high heeled boots (even though I was a little kid) change my name every week and make everyone, including strangers, call me by it. The most prominent one I remember was Sonja.

Though I am most decidedly a metalhead, I am known to listen to old outlaw country (circa 80s) Cats like Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings and Johnny Cash. It was my mother’s choice of music and I HATED it growing up. Since my mom passed, however, Ive found have a great fondness for it now, coz it reminds me of her, and my childhood.

I also wore a star of David, and ate Latkas and I can count to 10 in Hebrew…. and I’m not Jewish, not even by a long shot.

My pinky fingers don’t lay flat (I would have to have a small procedure done where they snip the skin) but I never bothered.

I’ve also had gray hair since I was 12 – I found my first couple then (my father, who was full Italian, went completely gray by my current age… mine, however, is only peppered with it slightly, so at least I’m doing much better than he did)

The moral of the story? One should always love and accept even the weirdest aspects of yourself. It gives you character. And to hell with what anyone else thinks. Well, except the gray hair… you should dye that shit like I do LOL (I jest, I jest)

And huh, thinks that’s good enuff for this little spot.

If you wanna read more, you’ll have to comb thru the trenches of my darkened palace of wickedry! Or my website will work, too