Jill Conner
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| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Industry | Real Estate |
| Occupation | Realtor® |
| Location | Hamilton, NJ, United States |
| Introduction | I find limited character personal introductions to be awkward and trite. So here goes: suburban mother of two, happily married, cosmically content, full time Realtor, overtime humanitarian, loudmouth revolutionary and hot ass broad. Yup.. that works. |
| Interests | Cooking, gardening, kids, crafts, sewing, fashion, entertaining, investing, reading, laughing, loving... sometimes making trouble, but only in the best way possible :) |
| Favorite Movies | Disclaimer: I have never really kept up on movies, and my generation has been largely disappointed with me over the years for having sat out... I watched the random ones I fell in love with as I went, namely: The Incredible Shrinking Woman Splash The Never Ending Story Drop Dead Fred Death Becomes Her ...and every Disney movie that was ever available on VHS. My grandparents bought them for EVERY occasion. |
| Favorite Music | Closely tied to my family. Big DeadHead my whole life, thats all my Dad. We still go to shows together, and make fun of the newbs and spazzes... Its the best quality time with my Dad I could possibly imagine. My Mom had some influence too, largely in the 80's, when I believe she was super, super cool. U2, Crowded House, The Pretenders, Roxy Music... a whole different animal. I am, always have been, a very talented and unique singer. I learned my range of both note and genre from the people I love most. Doesn't get better than that. |
| Favorite Books | Wish I had more time to read. Always Dickens, always Augusten Burroughs... for as long as I can remember. But recently my interests have veered into the political and financial arenas. Too Big to Fail, Where Keynes Went Wrong, and the list is endless. |
What's the most amount of sand you've ever had in your swimming trunks?
One summer down at Belmar, I was about 8... I sat in the surf literally ALL day, not realizing what was happening in the gusset of my swimsuit. Eventually I tagged along on a girls trip to the bathroom, and when I tell you, a ball of sand the size of a baseball, I swear. A baseball. I was horrified.