These ‘About Me’ pages always remind me of that open ended interview question. The one question every job candidate dreads because there’s no perfect answer, and so many wrong answers. You know the question I’m talking about - “So tell me about yourself.”

What’s to tell? I could write my life story, but that would take days, bore you to death (because I’d leave out all the racy parts) and use more bandwidth than I’ve paid for. So I’ll start with the basics, and if you want to know more you’re just going to have to stick around and find out.

I grew up in Simi Valley, California, a small town now home to the Reagan Library. Like most kids on the west coast, I dreamed of going back east for college. Tucson was as far east as my little car would take me, so there I stayed. I worked hard and put myself through college. I graduated from the University of Arizona in 2000 with a degree in Business Administration, and received a Masters of Taxation from Arizona State University in 2003. After a three year stint with the Federal Business Tax Group of Arthur Andersen, I left behind the 80 hour work weeks of public accounting for the quiet life of industry. I still occasionally work an 80 hour week. I do not miss filling out a timesheet.

By day, I’m a 30ish Senior Tax Manager for a privately owned, family operated real estate investment company and the high net worth individuals associated with the company. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I earn my living finding and exploiting tax loopholes for rich people. I love my job. I’m good at what I do, and I’m proud of it.

By night, I’m momma to a little boy who’s the light of my life and at the same time the bane of my existence. Is that even possible?

Somewhere in all this, I find time blog about things that amuse or irritate or infuriate. While I generally consider myself a conservative and align my interests with the Republican Party, I’m a card carrying member of the “Leave Me Alone” Party. I’ll leave you alone, if you leave me alone. Stay out of my wallet, my doctor’s office, my diet, my bedroom, etc. and I’ll support your desire to do what you’d like (within the limits of the law of course). Start meddling in what I eat, raising my taxes, telling me what kind of car I should drive, how to raise my son, or telling me how to live my life at all, then we have a problem.

I enjoy playing armchair political pundit. I hope you enjoy reading it.