You may or may not suspect that Deeleea, which is, for the record pronounced Delia, is not actually my real name – but I AM generally known as Dee so it’s close enough.
Even that isn’t my given name.
Deeleea has been my internet moniker for at least as long as I’ve been blogging (since 2004) and sometimes people even call me Deeleea in real life, which I find really amusing, unless they pronounce it wrong.
The little retro girl avatar has also been my image for that long and I still LOVE her… but I have been badgered of late to put up a photo of me… which I have done before somewhere – but no one really wants to trawl through my archives to find that… so I’m posting one here… just to shut Kelley up make Kelley happy.
If even that isn’t enough information you could read my 100 Things or checkout the interview below which was conducted by Kiwifruit Fi some years ago. It’s a fairly broad view of this Singular Girl, an expatriate Kiwi, Christian (more sceptical, these days) and Web Enthusiast… 40 something, and to her father’s disappointment… still not married.
And, for the record… here’s what I Really Look Like
1) You’ve been living in Aussie for quite a while now. Are there essential differences between NZ and Oz as a nation? Or are we really just the same but with slightly different accents?
Different, totally different. It seems to me that Kiwis are a lot easier to get to know – to make lasting friendships with! Weird huh? You’d expect a lot more similarities; I know I did, actually it was a good 4 years before I felt really at home here. And to tell the truth my best mate here in Oz is another Kiwi!
2) What is your most cherished possession and why?
Oh gosh… the laptop. It is my contact with the big wide world, my livelyhood, my photo album, my jukebox, my diary, and lately my love life …
Damn, I definitely need to get out more…
3) What is something that you are determined to do before you leave this mortal coil (or cark it ;))
Do I have to be totally honest???
To have sex…
I prefer not to elaborate beyond that, though the reason as to why this might be so is all tied up in the answer to question 5.
4) What is your fondest memory of your mother? And of your father?
Of Mum – Being there in the early stages of her emergence from a coma. While her words didn’t match what she was trying to communicate, and her hands behaved contrarily and frustrated the living daylights out of her. The thing she was trying to make known was that she knew us and wanted to hug us. That she was alive, that she knew us. That we hadn’t lost her altogether. Still breaks me up.
Of Dad? … This is harder, some of the the most memorable moments weren’t great. I guess the fondest is hearing him tell me only a few years ago that he loved me, and knowing he meant it.
5) You’re a very spiritual sort of person – tell me what God means to you.
The short answer is everything – which isn’t fair for others reading who would find that difficult to understand so I think the best explanation is to describe what it feels like.
It feels like anything is possible because I’m backed up by the biggest big brother/father/friend in the universe.
It feels like all hell can come against me and everything will be ok, because if He’s with me who can be against me?
It feels like I have nothing to fear.
It feels like nothing I have done in the past will be held against me either now or in the hereafter – ever… (phew)
It feels like believing what He said about life, believing how He made it and believing how He can fix what went wrong with it, makes living make sense to me.
I feel like I have peace- more than that, I know I have peace – and while sometimes anxiety kicks in it never lasts. I know where I came from, I know where I’m going and while I know that things here aren’t perfect, that people and plans change, that life never quite turns out like you had anticipated, I feel secure. Totally secure. I don’t have to flog myself to be acceptable, I don’t have to be anything but me. Because He loves me that much, how can I respond except with love in return? As a result I make sacrifices willingly (including point 3) basically because I’ve seen the damage done when one lives with only oneself in mind – I fully prefer not to do that damage to myself or others.
Strangely, living this way hasn’t hurt much at all – actually it feels very much as though it has made me free.