Amelie entered the world August 15, 1981 in Wichita, Kansas. A little early (thus setting her up for a lifetime of compulsive earlyness), the ob-gyn was somewhere in Hawaii playing golf as little Amelie made her grand debut. She spent the first 3 1/2 years of her life in Texas, calling her parents by their first names, Dixie and Mike, rather than Mom and Dad. In February of 1985 her little sister arrived, and when her parents called to tell her she had a new baby sister, Amelie screamed into the phone “I want a brother!” and hung up them.

Nonetheless, the baby sister grew on her and they soon became best friends. The tender relationship between our protagonist and her little sis was rocked only once or twice throughout the years. The first time being when her sister pooped in the bathtub, and Amelie, mistaking a turd for a bar of brown bear soap, made an unfortunate discovery only a moment too late. Years later she would get retribution when she barfed on her sisters head. The score was even. Balance and harmony were restored.

In the early 90s, the family said good-bye to their beloved state of Texas, packed the goldfish into styrofoam coolers filled with water, and loaded into the family van. Many hours later they arrived at their new home, located in a western suburb of an undisclosed northern Ohio city. Life was different in Ohio. People teased Amelie because she “talked funny” and pronounced words with an accent. People voted democrat. It snowed. Nobody owned a gun and you never found black-eyed peas at the dinner table. Amelie was not immediately sold on this new home, nor this new adventure.

The years passed and Amelie lost her accent, she grew taller, wiser, and a little bit sassier. Life milestones passed, as they are known to do. Amelie got her drivers license. She went to prom in a pink dress resemblant of a cupcake. She fell in love. Her heart was broken. She recovered and fell in love again. Amelie went to college. Much to the dismay of everyone, she received a degree in English. “What are you going to do with your life?!” they asked her. But she did not know. She went to Spain for awhile, and while she found an abundance of latin men, it seemed our Amelie found no answers there.

Upon returning to the U.S., Amelie made a decision, she would move to the state capital and begin a new adventure. She would summon all her bravery, and go on a quest to figure out what she will do with the rest of her life. In September of 2007, the journey began. Slowly, Miss Amelie is putting all the pieces together. She lives in a suburb on the north side of the city, but would like to find an apartment of her own where she can have a little dog and maybe a dinner part or two. A place where she can listen to records on the record player and dance around and celebrate “No Pants Day” if she so chooses. Amelie works at a job she adores with people who make her laugh multiple times a day (and secretly high-fives fate on a regular basis for this gift). Her best friend, Mandolin, recently moved to Alabama where she lives with her dog, Baxter, and routinely complains about the local-yokels. Amelie is lucky in relationships, but unlucky in love. She can make heart-shaped pancakes, but can’t seem to make a relationship work. She spends a lot of time with her camera, seeing the world in ways that some people overlook. Every now and then she thinks it would be nice to start a vegetable garden or throw some pottery. Amelie always votes. And she doesn’t like the way drivers in old movies never watch the road.

And here begins the blog, “La Fabuleuse Boulangerie d’Amelie.” It means: “The Fabulous Bakery of Amelie.” The stories, thoughts, musings, opinions, and trinkets you will find in this blog will be less a thing of text, and more a thing of cupcakes, pies, tarts, and muffins – small, delectable treats to be shared. Some may be sweet, some may be tart, some may leave you in need of TUMS.

My hope is that this blog will be a source of serendipity – fortunate discoveries by accident – for those who find it. Also, it will help if you are not easily offended. Life is an adventure. And it requires a sense of humor. Don’t believe me? Just ask the duck-billed platypus.


3 Responses to “About Amelie”

  1. goodbear Says:

    thanks for poppin’ by our blog. have fun getting yours going!

  2. swordplayer Says:

    Dear Amelie

    I’ve noticed that in your introduction you need to change Fabuleux into fabuleuse again! Sorry to be so pedantic (Jupiter in Virgo!) I’d watch that sister of yours. She’ll be a well-paid doctor when you’re still wondering what to do with your life.

  3. goodbear Says:

    hey, apricottree…i have pics of blossoms from an actual apricot tree on my blog…stop by if you have time!

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