1. I’ve never blogged before. I find myself drawn to reading others’ opinions and musings with a mixture of devoted optimism and shameful curiosity.

2. I really do not like to wear socks. I only wear them when I excercise. Which I have taken up again in the hope that I will set a good example for my 1 year old son as he becomes more conscious of the world. Yes, my feet get wet in the wintertime.

3. I do not have the eye of an editor nor an English major and therefore please expect grammer, punctuation, and potential spelling mistakes. Apologies in advance. (Ex. was “nor” used correctly in the previous sentence?).

4. I have moved 12 times since I was two (I am now 31). I have a major case of wanderlust instilled in me. However, I married a man who was born and raised in the town we live in. I may not be going any where for a while.

5. I really, really, really love english toffee, excellent coffee, and Cracklin’ Oat Bran cereal. If I could subsist on these three things and not develop scurvy or a hatred towards them after the first 2 weeks of my new caffeine, sugar, and fiber only diet, I would do it. 

6. I adore my family.

7. I believe that our DVR has saved our marriage.

8. I have an unnatural fear of dog eye goop. (Sorry Aby, if you are ever able to read this).

9. The two funniest moments in my life that still make me giggle are:

a. Growing up, my mother always uncapped or de-lidded condiments before placing them on the dining table. One morning at breakfast, we were having eggs, my mom had run out of tabasco, and my dad loves tabasco on his eggs. She rummaged through the spice cabinet and came upon one of those teeny, tiny Tabasco bottles from airplanes – success! She still un-capped that tiny bottle. My dad, not realizing the cap was off on the one inch bottle, starts shaking it like it was a full size bottle of tabasco. Over the shoulder, back down, over the shoulder, back down. I look over and there is a nice splatter of tabasco on the early 90’s “faux” painted wall… I call this to his attention and he realizes that he has now not only created a small mess but also wasted the entire bottle of precious tabasco. Only my dad and I think this is funny – we cried, doubled over, hysterically laughing for about 20 minutes. While my mother and two younger brothers looked at us like we were lunatics. I love this memory.

b. My two oldest friends used to tuck white tshirts into black tights and do a rendition of “I’m on Broadway”. I swear, just thinking of it not only makes me crack up but makes me crave midori sours and driving on Highway 17 at 3am.

10. I am in awe if you’ve made it this far.