I’d rather be barefoot.

and 25 other things…

1. I love filling out paper work and surveys, but only if I don’t really have to think about the answers.

2. I put black pepper on everything. But rarely salt.

3. I beg my husband to move me to either Southern California or New York City at least once a week. I hope to live in each place one day. 

4. I am not a dog person, but one 50 lb (and growing) chocolate lab has stolen my heart. Make no mistake, he drives me absolutely crazy 90% of the time, but I really do love him and spoil him rotten.

5. I absolutely love Jennifer Aniston and think if we got to know each other we would be great friends.

6. I am married to the most patient, kind, humble, beautiful person I have ever known and feel amazingly blessed that God chose him to be my husband. 

7. I’m equal parts terrified and ecstatic to have children one day.

8. I love meeting new people, but it takes a while for me to form true friendships.

9. I’m a little obsessed with photography. Really great photography. Right now it’s a spectator sport. I’m hoping to change that very soon.

10. I love engagements and get really excited hearing other people’s engagement stories even if I don’t really know them.

11. I don’t really like weddings. 

12. I am most at peace when I am at the beach and will live on or near it one day. Any beach will do, but so far, the gulf coast is my favorite.

13. I was born 3 weeks after my due date and haven’t been on time for anything since.

14. My favorite feeling in the entire world is laying in the sun all day with lots of suntan oil and then taking a shower. I love the lingering softness of the oil and warmth of the sun on my skin.

15. Although I’m relatively tall (5′6) I have freakishly small hands and feet (ring size 4, shoe size 5.5 or 6).

16. Try as I may, I am not entertained by football. Every season I get caught up in the excitement and get all hopeful at first, but about 3 weeks in I’m completely annoyed by it.

17. I love to get dressed up and sometimes plan date nights at home where cocktail attire is preferred.

18. My hair is not my natural color, but I think this color should be.

19. I have an aversion to closing things…mainly bottle tops, which drives my husband crazy. I think its because I like everything to be “easy access”. I have a hard time putting up my clothes, hair products and make-up but I feel so much better when I do.

20. I love to dance and wish I’d stuck with it when I was younger.

21. I tore my ACL in half and mangled my meniscus at a Christmas party. dancing. 

22. Two things I am passionate about are making peoples’ lives better and anything artistic. So maybe I’ll do something with that.

23 I love music and the effect it has on me. I feel incomplete without my favorite music.

24. I love being outdoors and don’t mind getting dirty…as long as I can take a shower and feel clean again afterwards.

25. My husband is 100% “boy” and I am 100% “girl” meaning that he loves sports, competition, the business world, all that cliche stuff and I love to feel pretty, lack any sort of competitive gene and avoid ball sports. I am not, however, domestic in any way….we’ll probably end up with artsy boys and tomboy girls and I’ll be completely fine with it.

in need of new.

originally posted: january 28, 2008

 

I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue with this blog, but I think it’s good for me to get my thoughts out somewhere besides my facebook status. Lately I’ve had this strange craving for something new. A new car, new house, a fancy new camera (more on that later)…just to name a few. This is particular strange for me, since I’ve never been a particularly materialistic person. Now, my parents would beg to differ. I appreciate beautiful things, that happen to sometimes be expensive things, but I’ve never driven a brand new car, never owned the most expensive things, and when I moved into this house three years ago it was only three years old, felt brand new and I felt blessed beyond belief to have found such a perfect home.  When I bought my 2003 Accord about a year and a half ago, I was ecstatic. It was everything I thought I wanted, black, two door, sunroof, leather seats, the whole bit. Now, I’m sick of my car (two doors really aren’t that fun. I feel like I’m driving a go-cart), bored of this house, and find myself yearning for something new. Honestly, I don’t think it’s about wanting some”thing” new…but longing for change. If there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I thrive on change. I think I’ve just been stuck in a rut for far too long. I need a new passion, I long for new relationships to foster, what I really need is a change. Something lasting. Even if it’s just the memory that lasts. Because as we all know, the newness always wears off.

christmas in dixie…

originally posted: december 16, 2008

 

And it’s NOT snowing in the pines…has it ever?! anyway, it’s rainy and gross and pretty much my least favorite weather. it’s very hard to get into the christmas spirit when it’s 65 degrees, and wet, wet, WET. 65 degrees I can handle (I hate cold weather), but the wet I could seriously do without. The weather affects my mood more than most things. I’m an artist at heart and my mood is always influenced by my surroundings. I tend to go into hibernation during the winter (especially once the holidays are over) and once that first light of spring hits, I’m a new woman! I’ll wear flip flops, sundresses and even lay out about 8 months a year…as often as possible…as soon as the thermometer hits about 70. oooh, I can’t wait! but for now, I must focus on the present. The holidays have been hard for me since I got into the “real world”. This year, I’m not working, which should relieve most of the stress, but I’m still having trouble getting into that domestic, decorate the house, bake the christmas goodies, kind of mode. I’m discovering more and more how UN-domestic I am. A couple of years ago as I was finishing college, I envied the girls who were getting married…I caught up with old classmates on facebook and realized they were getting married, having babies, and I was so envious of their lifestyle, I’m ashamed to admit. Now here’s the kicker. I’m 26, married to the love of my life and blessed with the opportunity to stay at home right now. It’s the perfect time to start a family. But here’s the thing. I’m not ready. Here comes the big admission…I hate staying at home and taking care of the house. Adding our chocolate lab, Samson, into the mix has only made it more difficult. Most days I question weather I have what it takes to become a mother. To be perfectly honest, I’m terrified. My husband is at a point in his career where work is very demanding, he’s studying for the CPA, and I know for a fact that I can’t do it on my own. On top of that, there’s so many things I want to do before we start a family. I want to travel. All over. I want to live on the west coast. I want to live anywhere but Alabama. I want to enjoy LIFE with my sweet, adorable, best friend who is my HUSBAND. But sometimes I wonder…if I’m not becoming a mother…the one thing I was SURE I wanted to do my entire life, what should I be doing? If your dream suddenly becomes a nightmare, how can we trust our dreams?

i said it.

originally posted: december 3, 2008

 

so i’m finally doing it. I’ve been threatening to start a blog for…years? now…but especially the past few months. And then I got a puppy. And if you’ve ever had a puppy you might understand me, and if you haven’t, you’ll think I’m crazy. I know I would have, pre-September 27th…the day my world changed forever. And I realize if anyone with children is reading this you’re probably looking so far down on me I wouldn’t even be able to see you looking up from my meager sitting place. But the puppy changed my life. I’ve become a DOG person. I always thought I was allergic to dogs. And even if not, they’re dirty. So for the first week I washed my hands so many times and took so many showers my skin cracked. Turns out I’m not allergic to the pup. Just the crap he brings in. And the miracle of some pretty awesome drugs keep me from sneezing, wheezing, eyes swelling shut, esophagus swelling craziness. And that, my friends, is awesome. The fact that I can  sit here on the couch with my sweet puppy sleeping next to me and I can bring him into bed to snuggle with my while my husband is in some big fluffy bed in a swank Vegas hotel…well I love it. And I’m not ashamed to say it. I love for my puppy to sleep in the bed with me. Who knew?