supafine

About

I only need the one hand

Hey you guys. I’m Mary Beth, but you can call me MB (everyone else does). I also answer to supa — get it, supa mb? — because a long time ago my cousin Lawrence called me Super Mary Beth (this was right around the time Super Mario Bros was released, I believe) and holy crap long boring story short I jazzed it up and used it for my first ever online internet webmail account, which is still active, and where you are welcome to send spam and hate mail (knock yourself out): supamb@yahoo.com.

I have a problem with parentheses, and maybe with overlong sentences.

I live in Baltimore a small town near Pittsburgh that I like to call Stars Hollow. I live with my stunningly handsome and intelligent husband, Iain, and our frighteningly brilliant children: Owen, who’s 5, and Cormac, who’s  2, and Short Round, who is but a wee embryo right now, but still freakishly smart, I assure you. We don’t have any pets unless you count dust bunnies, and maybe you should, because ours like hold euchre tournaments under the bed on Friday nights.

What I do: Well. Once I worked for an assortment of newspapers, but then children and extortionate day care prices happened, and now I am home with the tots, writing on the side and selling sewing machines at night. It’s … not ideal. But as an INFP with two-plus kids, it’s what I’ve got. I’m not very good at the SAHM thing but then again, I guess I don’t have much practice yet.

I’m a Midwesterner at heart; I’m a Libra; I’m a college grad. I enjoy a good cardigan sweater. I dislike peas. And NASCAR. And sports. I have three fake teeth.

It’s nice to meet you.

About this site

I have been blogging in some form since 2002; Supafine has been around since March of 2003. Everything you could want is available in the archives, which were thoughtfully arranged by category, by tag, and by date, until I took them down because I can’t bear reading old work. I find every previously written word of mine extremely embarrassing. It’s like reading your old diary: You don’t do it, because you know you’ll hate yourself in the morning. Best to shove it back under the mattress and pretend your imaginary dog ate it.

I started out writing about my job and my butt; switched to writing about my pregnancy and then my baby and then my second pregnancy and then my second baby and now, well, God only knows what. Stay tuned! Har.

Supafine! in the news: Best Online Addiction in the Baltimore City Paper’s 2003 “Best Of Baltimore;” Part of Urbanite Magazine’s July ‘05 feature, Baltimore’s Online Neighborhood. Back when it was special to be a “blogger.”

Those mentions are so cutely and quaintly out of date that I now leave them  up like your mom leaves your senior portrait hanging in the stairwell.

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