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You might be wondering just who the hell this Chelle person is. That would be me with an eclectic description to follow…

Midwest farmer’s daughter. Some say my generation is part of Gen-X. I’d call that BS. I’m trapped in the limbo created by having Baby boomer parents and Me-Generation aunts and uncles. Too young to be part of the Me-Generation, too old to be part of the Gen-X, yet everything from both and between.

Wife to Joseph, a neurotic misanthrope. Mom to 3 brilliant biological sons and bonus-mom to another brilliant boy. Daughter to a neurotic Italian-German American Army brat and a Irish-Danish American farmer.

Music is my life. For every life event there is a soundtrack. To lose the ability to hear would likely kill my soul due to the lack of music.

I love to cook. Sadly, the heart failure and fibromyalgia that I live with have advanced to the point where I no longer am able to do all of the cooking and baking that I used to do. However, that doesn’t stop me from enjoying Culinary Pornography aka: cooking shows and catalogs. :D

I was raised a devout Roman Catholic in distinctly Irish- American community. Too much contradictory theological history led to atheism which led to agnostic tendancies which led to my exploring pagan beliefs and embracing polytheism in the form of Celtic Reconstructionist Paganism. BUT I practice my faith in a solitary manner as most pagans that I encounter are flaky beyond belief.

Political discourse can really get me riled up. When I was younger, I felt aligned with the Democrats, then more with Republicans as my children were born and got older. Now I realize that all along my political beliefs are more in the vein of Libertarianism.

I need another cup of coffee. And oh by the way, two of my children struggle with mental illness at ages of early onset. Boy #1 has bipolar disorder and Baby Boy (boy #4) has schizoaffective disorder. There’s never a dull moment and sometimes I need to vent. If you think I’m this negative with my children then you must surely be confused by my sarcastic wit.

And speaking of sarcastic wit, if any family members are offended by my words here on this page, then you really don’t know me and the loving-sarcasm that was intended. You would know my Daddy and understand exactly that the apple didn’t fall all that far from the tree.

Oh and I almost forgot… Surely you’ll eventually wonder what the heck this Wild Heart thing is all about. All I can say is Stevie Nicks. That song fits me to a proverbial T and I am not ashamed to be a Stevie Nicks fan. (No matter what Joseph says ;-) )

Wild Heart
Stevie Nicks

Something in my heart died last night
Just one more chip off an already broken heart
I think the heart broke long ago
That’s when I needed you
When I needed you most
That’s when I needed you
When I needed you most

I run around like a spirit in flight
Fearlessness is fearlessness
I will not forget this night
Dare my wild heart
Dare my wild heart

Where is the reason
Don’t blame it on me
Blame it on my wild heart
As to the seasons
You fought from the beginning
Long before I knew it
There was a danger
And the danger was
To fall in love

In dark sorrow
They gaze down into the darkest heart
If I leave you
You say not even you can tear us apart
Say you’re leaving
You say you don’t even know
How to start…how to start…how to start
Well…believe it then
And don’t blame it on my soul
Blame it on my wild heart
Ooo…on my wild heart…Ooo

Fire on fire…rain on my face
Fever goes higher…what can you do
Wild in the darkest places of your mind
That’s where I needed you
Where I needed you most
That’s where I needed you
Where I needed you most

Where is the reason
Well don’t blame it on me
Blame it on my wild heart
There is a reason
Why even the angels
Don’t give up at all
Where are the children
Well are they hopelessly enchanted
Blame it on the angels
Where are the reasons
Don’t blame it on our wild hearts
Wild heart…wild heart…wild heart

On my…wild heart
On my…wild heart
Even in the darkest places of your mind
Wo…are the children are they hopelessly enchanted
Wild in the darkest places of your mind
No…don’t blame it on me, baby
Blame it on my wild heart
Blame it on my…blame it on my…blame it on my
Blame it on my wild heart
(Even in the back of your…even in the back of your mind..)