My main defining point is that I'm a child of God, created in His image and redeemed by the blood of Christ. I was raised with this knowledge and have tested it for myself and found it to be true. Besides that, I'm currently from Wisconsin, although I've lived in Iowa, British Columbia, Alberta, the Yucatan, Bavaria, and oops, can't remember which state Duesseldorf is in. I love it here in Wisconsin and enjoy the friendliness of the people around me; I feel at home.
I'm 30 (though my birthday isn't officially over--one present is still on its way, so does that mean I can claim I'm still 29?) and married with 4 well-behaved (usually) children, ages 7, 4 1/2, 4 1/2, and 3. I'm a stay-at-home mom, which means I have a lot of time for forums such as this (you'll also find me in the Religion and Spirituality community of Yahoo! Answers, under the same name). I have my own (slowly starting up) business designing wedding invitations and addressing envelopes in calligraphy (see http://www.mpcreations.page.tl). I've always been artsy, although drawing and painting and sculpture intimidate me (bad art teachers in school). Speaking of school, school was always easy for me (except socially), and my favorite subject became German--so much so that I became a teacher of this fun language (before the kids). I still teach a short community course once a year--that's how I met Tara, who has become a close friend.
One more factor in my life that plays a vital role in who I am: my depression. I was diagnosed with post-partum after a dream of stabbing one of my twins, though as I look back I had dealt with unrecognized depression before that. My depression was never fully treated when I became pregnant with my fourth child; his birth sent me spiraling into a psychosis. I remember standing near a ledge with my baby and thinking how easy it would be to drop him--and the crazy part was that I thought nobody would blame me because people would just think I lost my balance or something. I quickly stepped inside where it was safe and went to see my doctor about my crazy thoughts; after probing he discovered I needed to be in a hospital, so I committed myself. I think I was in there for a total of a month, and even when I left the hospital, I was having daily thoughts of suicide. But it got better with medication and time, and now I lead a mostly "normal" life (if there is such a thing). As a result of the pregnancies and the meds, I am now overweight (my parents had blessed me with a high metabolism so that I could eat anything without worrying about it, so this is disheartening, to say the least).
So that's me in a nutshell (no jokes about being nutty, now). My hope is that people will see through me that a Christian doesn't have to be a blind sheep to believe what I do, and that others will feel less threatened about admitting depression by hearing my story.
Oh, I should also mention, since this posting makes it look like I talk a lot, that I'm more of a listener than a talker, though I think I'm making progress toward the talkative side as I read more about the facts that back up my standpoints.

"created in God's image"

Can you elaborate please? This is something I never understood.

I really enjoy talking to you. I love how you use satan and god, it makes me smile. Unfortunately we have two very improbable things.

God, and Satan.

Anyways, don't you feel... uhh... what's the word... I can't think of it. Don't you feel *insert word* believing that you are made in God's image without actually knowing what was meant by that? I mean, for all we know the original writing could be that we all looked liked God's arse. We don't know.

I would just like to add something. You can't really use 'satan' as an excuse for things. You were given free will. You do what you want, when you want, how you want. I've never had some entity whisper into my consciousness to do something bad.