If we were going to be best friends... you would need to know...

I was obsessed with the color baby blue growing up. And angels. And the two had to go together. And thus... I still have stars up on my ceiling at my parent's house that was once my bedroom.

I could eat nutella every day of my life. For every meal. On bread. On crackers. On fruit. Or straight from the spoon.

My hair color changed as frequently as my boyfriends. Kidddding.  About the boyfriend part. My hair color did however change every couple of months.

I drool, and I drool bad. On every pillow I own. And I'm pretty sure when I used to spend the night at my friend's houses they would have to wash their pillows after me. True life.


I am a total homebody and would prefer you come to me and we share a couple of glasses of wine together. Or BLL.


I am terrible at answering calls. Text messages. Emails. Or any other form of communication. Terrible. Even when my own mother and husband. I'm sure I will freak if E ever does that to me.

I've worked since I was 15. Meijer. Quiznos. Bravo. And now the hospital.

I cuss like a sailor, at work. Something about the environment and the people around sends my mouth into potty overload. In other words, @##@%%&^. That.

I love books, pictures, and Christmas. These are my favorite hobbies. Yes, Christmas is a hobby. Among other things of course ;)

You must know... I have been obsessed with Christmas since I was a little girl. Not the part where I get presents {although, that is nice also], but the part where I give the presents. As I young girl, when I couldn't afford to buy my family members presents, I would go searching around the house and "make things." And now? Everyone in my family gets 5-10+ presents each. The kiddos? Get over 15.

I am cheap when it comes to certain things. I would cringe to not buy toothpaste on sale back in the day. However, I would splurge on a new designer bag every couple of months {back in the day, pre-baby and pre-marriage days}. Odd, i know.


Multi-tasking is not my thing. I can do it with things. But not with people. I can't carry on more than on conversation. And I certainly can't carry on a conversation when I'm in the zone.

In fact, in college, Andrew used to come up to me, give me a kiss and tell me he is going to the store. 10 minutes later I would shout for him, and then turn to my friend sitting next to me and say "where's Andrew?" Yes. That happened a lot.

I am a reality TV JUNKIE. Teen Mom. Betheny. Every Real Housewives show. Real World. Hate to admit it, even Jerselicious {now that show is ridiculous}.


I don't like to be the center of attention in any shape or form {except when I'm out drinking with my girlfriends}. Therefore baby showers? Bridal showers? Eh. Not my thing.

I am a spontaneous individual and when I have my heart set on something? I get it. Okay, not even my heart, just my eyes. I make it happen, someway... somehow.

I can't fake laugh for the life of me. So if you make me laugh? You get a cookie.

I take customer service very seriously. So. When I have a bad experience? I make it well known.

And when I have great customer service? I am that 50-100% tipper.

Growing up, I wanted to be an assortment of professions...  a teacher, a doctor, a lawyer. But deep in my heart, I always knew what I wanted to do most was be a mom.
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And that is about all of the dirty laundry I can gather on myself. 

Until next time.