*I think I'm going to need to do 4 posts, apparently I have more to say than I though... who knew?!
You could feel the excitement vibrating off of me after I had bought my ticket. I was about to board a plane to DC, to spend 3 days with my family and to meet this guy that had somehow made me smile non stop for days.. Of course, I had about a week and a half to go and frankly, time couldn't have moved slower.
Luckily, I had 4th of July weekend to distract me (that weekend is a story on its own, let me tell you) and kept busy and drunk the entire time. When it was back to work on Tuesday I knew that the days would creep by and I had to do something to keep myself from going insane.
Of course, talking to him helped. We talked on the phone and texted trying to decide what we were going to do, well he was trying to decide.. I had made up my mind to just let the day happen and not make any plans. Which was a risk, and I knew that.. but so was the entire journey and if I was willing to take that risk, of course I could risk him planning our day together.
When Thursday finally arrived, I was more than ready to get out there. The day went by fast and by the time I was out of work, I was ready to hit the road. Luckily, I live about 5 minutes from the airport and being it is a SMALL airport, my mom and I took our time arriving and saying goodbye.
Through tears my mom looked at me and said, "I'm afraid you won't come home..."
"Of course I'm coming home mom. Why wouldn't I?"
With that, I hugged her goodbye, made her a promise I'd be home and headed off on my adventure. After an interesting conversation at the airport bar (YAY FOR BEING 21), I boarded my plane and was off. There was no turning back now. I thought back to the many conversations the boy and I had, in my mind nothing but good could come of this.
The flights were smooth, and I arrived in DC with no issue. I was picked up and taken to the apartment. My sister and I talked for about 5 minutes before we both decided we needed to go to bed, it was late and we had early mornings. Of course, I was all jittery and unable to sleep. Tomorrow was the big day and I was nervous, very nervous. Eventually sleep stopped alluding me and before I knew it I was waking up, ready to face the day. The next few hours are dull and drab, filled with me getting ready, reading, trying on every article of clothing I brought, watching daytime talk shows, and calling everyone that would listen to me freak out. And then....
*knock* *knock* *knock*
I started shaking immediately. He's here and this is really happening. I opened the door and there he was. Handsome, smiling, and everything I had expected. He bounded in and shook my hand, "You must be Ella, I'm *name*". Almost instantaneously my nerves were gone. I stopped shaking and was so ready to just go with it, whatever we were about to do for the day. He went to grab his gear as he was staying with us in the apartment before leaving for a military "camp" of sorts (where he was teaching hand to hand combatives). Meanwhile, I gathered my things, took one last glance in the mirror fixing and hiding any imperfections, and once all was said in done, we were ready to start our day.
He opened the door to his truck and I hopped in and the conversation immediately started. It flowed naturally and freely between the two of us, as if we had known each other for years and not just a few weeks. He took me to my very first Army Base, which was neat, I wish I could've seen more than just watching out a window but he had plans, and we had places to be. We took off towards Georgetown, he was giddy and spilled the beans on our first destination. "I want you to see the steps that were featured in 'The Excorcist'" He was so excited... I was so sad I had to admit to one of my flaws.. The one where my movie knowledge and viewing has been limited over the years and (don't hate or kill me) I have not seen the excorcist. He was a bit disappointed, but he took me there anyways, I jokingly told him we could re-enact the movie (obviously based off his memory) if there weren't people on the stairs. It was pretty cool to see something like that, something that only a few people know about, and in DC those gems are few and far between.
After we got back into the truck, we headed into Georgetown to find some lunch. After parking we walked around downtown, reading every restaurants menu, agreeing on restaurants we thought sounded good and those that sounded terrible. We walked all around, he stopped with me as I talked about supporting one of my more favorite causes with an activists. He listened intently and wasn't annoyed or bored as discussed the happenings of this organization. Eventually, I pulled away from the activist and we continued to walk on heading towards the restaurant we chose with a coin toss. He offered his arm as we crossed the street, wanting to make sure little ol' me got across safely.
I was smiling like an idiot. It isn't every day that I get treated that way and I loved it and appreciated it. Here I was, with a man who enjoyed ME for ME. It wasn't about what I looked like, because we had to have a "relationship" through conversation and intelligence. It wasn't about just being nice and putting up with his friends little sister... no, he appreciated me and was enjoying my company. I didn't have to be anyone else. I didn't have to edit out parts of my personality. As we sat there in our restaurant, me with my glass of wine, he with his beer, we discussed politics and it wasn't even a horrible conversation. We discussed just about everything you can think of, all while joking with each other and deciding to try Raw Oysters. Now, I'm always game to try new things, I love food and won't pass down an opportunity to enjoy something else... He is a meat and potatoes guy, but he did it. He sucked down the oysters with me and seemingly enjoyed it... "I'm trying to expand my taste for food, and drinks"
So respectable. So intelligent. So driven.
It was just... wonderful.
Every part of that meal, the food, the drink and the boy sitting across from me with the bluest eyes you have ever seen.
And despite only having a day together, we were only just beginning..
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
A story, in 3 parts. Part 1. The Opening Credits.
This is my story that unfolded over the course of the last month.
I've decided to break out of hibernation and tell you because, well, I need to share it.
Here goes nothing..
***
I am not afraid to let my hair down, let every part of my crazy out and just be me. Someday, some where... somebody was going to find this endearing, maybe even grow to love it, but at the time I didn't care. I was too busy being me and having a good time to care if anyone noticed.
On the night of my final birthday party, I left my father's radio show, ready to drink some beer, dance and make a genuine fool of myself on that beautiful lake. A friend of mine, one that I've known for a few years, decided he was fond enough of me to do this for me at his lake house. I couldn't have been more grateful. I could drink and enjoy and indulge with my friends without having to worry about anything. There would be no trouble and no drama. The exact kind of night I had been dreaming of.
As I left, I heard the familiar beep of my phone receiving a text message and being a responsible driver, I checked it immediately. It was my Sister, talking to me about a boy she had mentioned to me and the she wanted me to meet.
"Great," I thought, "a set up, these always end well."
She gave me his name and told me to facebook him. I told her it would have to wait until I had time, I was going to the middle of no where. Where cell phone service is merely a dream and you actually have to enjoy people! Imagine that.
I arrived at my party and promptly forgot about the name of this boy and just enjoyed. I drank and went on a paddle boat ride at 3am, no worries though, life jackets were worn. (We are smart drinkers) Upon waking up the next morning, I went home to spend my day nursing myself back to health after nothing but alcohol for 3 days. Surprisingly, there wasn't any hang over, just pure exhaustion. This kind of exhaustion only allowed me to lay in bed, unable to sleep mind you, and do the facebook thing.
His name then popped back into my head.
I had to do it, otherwise curiosity would get the better of me...
"Sister, hes cute, I'd meet him"
"Did you friend him on facebook?"
"umm, no, thats a little weird don't you think?"
"No. Just do it."
So I did. Of course, I debated back and forth with myself... do I? don't I? It was enough to make my head spin. Eventually, I decided to just go for it. What could it hurt? He was a friend of my sister and brother-in-law, what harm could it do? I mean, I'll meet him one of these times I fly out to DC (where they live).
The next morning, I didn't think much about anything especially nothing having to do with a certain boy that I had friended. until I checked facebook... and wouldn't you know it, he had sent me a message. Something short, sweet and to the point.
"You must be Ella, Libby's sister. Apparently we are supposed to meet"
I replied in the only fashion I knew how at the time because frankly, I was floored this guy had decided to message me..
"Yes, that would be me. Now, tell me about yourself."
And he did. Not in a few words here or there, no. In letter form, with punctuation, and proper spelling and with an excitement you understood just by reading his words. It was amazing and utterly surprising... A surprise I was oh so grateful to have.
We ended up writing long elaborate "letters" (it was on facebook, come on now) back and forth. By the time the end of the day approached we decided to take the next step and exchanged numbers.
Me, being ever so clever, I responded to the last letter he wrote me (the one in which he gave me his number) and turned around and sent my first text to him "You've Got Mail". His response was perfect, "I love Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks" From then on out, we couldn't stop talking. It seemed any opportunity we had we were texting, which eventually turned into phone calls.
I was smiling like a fool every second of every day.
"This is like your movie Ella" My mom told me, and thats how I came to view it in a sense. I am realistic, which tends to hurt me in the long run, and knew that this wasn't a movie, but I remained optimistic. I had to, here is a boy who just through letters, texts and a few phone calls had swept me off my feet. I wasn't afraid of being honest or being myself. That was something new and terrifying on its own. I'd never quite done that before.. I'd only ever been versions of myself.. or lost myself completely. To be my own person and to be accepted for it, one of my luckiest moments. You know how it is, the heroine (female hero, not the drug *geez*) struggles with self acceptance and then BAM along comes a boy that changes everything, of course I saw it as my movie, and I wanted to fast forward to see how it ended. So. Badly. But where is the fun in that? Fast forwarding doesn't make for a good story or movie.
I had been planning to come out to DC to visit my Sister and Brother-In-Law the second weekend of July. When I told him about this, he was all for it. Sure there were some extrenuating factors that we couldn't help. He is in the military, when duty calls, you go. Somehow it worked out that if I came out, we could spend a day together. A whole day. Just him and I. What a thought, this was something I surely wasn't expecting. But of course, who am I to turn down an adventure?
So I called him.....
"I bought my plane ticket."
to be continued....
I've decided to break out of hibernation and tell you because, well, I need to share it.
Here goes nothing..
***
I am not afraid to let my hair down, let every part of my crazy out and just be me. Someday, some where... somebody was going to find this endearing, maybe even grow to love it, but at the time I didn't care. I was too busy being me and having a good time to care if anyone noticed.
On the night of my final birthday party, I left my father's radio show, ready to drink some beer, dance and make a genuine fool of myself on that beautiful lake. A friend of mine, one that I've known for a few years, decided he was fond enough of me to do this for me at his lake house. I couldn't have been more grateful. I could drink and enjoy and indulge with my friends without having to worry about anything. There would be no trouble and no drama. The exact kind of night I had been dreaming of.
As I left, I heard the familiar beep of my phone receiving a text message and being a responsible driver, I checked it immediately. It was my Sister, talking to me about a boy she had mentioned to me and the she wanted me to meet.
"Great," I thought, "a set up, these always end well."
She gave me his name and told me to facebook him. I told her it would have to wait until I had time, I was going to the middle of no where. Where cell phone service is merely a dream and you actually have to enjoy people! Imagine that.
I arrived at my party and promptly forgot about the name of this boy and just enjoyed. I drank and went on a paddle boat ride at 3am, no worries though, life jackets were worn. (We are smart drinkers) Upon waking up the next morning, I went home to spend my day nursing myself back to health after nothing but alcohol for 3 days. Surprisingly, there wasn't any hang over, just pure exhaustion. This kind of exhaustion only allowed me to lay in bed, unable to sleep mind you, and do the facebook thing.
His name then popped back into my head.
I had to do it, otherwise curiosity would get the better of me...
"Sister, hes cute, I'd meet him"
"Did you friend him on facebook?"
"umm, no, thats a little weird don't you think?"
"No. Just do it."
So I did. Of course, I debated back and forth with myself... do I? don't I? It was enough to make my head spin. Eventually, I decided to just go for it. What could it hurt? He was a friend of my sister and brother-in-law, what harm could it do? I mean, I'll meet him one of these times I fly out to DC (where they live).
The next morning, I didn't think much about anything especially nothing having to do with a certain boy that I had friended. until I checked facebook... and wouldn't you know it, he had sent me a message. Something short, sweet and to the point.
"You must be Ella, Libby's sister. Apparently we are supposed to meet"
I replied in the only fashion I knew how at the time because frankly, I was floored this guy had decided to message me..
"Yes, that would be me. Now, tell me about yourself."
And he did. Not in a few words here or there, no. In letter form, with punctuation, and proper spelling and with an excitement you understood just by reading his words. It was amazing and utterly surprising... A surprise I was oh so grateful to have.
We ended up writing long elaborate "letters" (it was on facebook, come on now) back and forth. By the time the end of the day approached we decided to take the next step and exchanged numbers.
Me, being ever so clever, I responded to the last letter he wrote me (the one in which he gave me his number) and turned around and sent my first text to him "You've Got Mail". His response was perfect, "I love Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks" From then on out, we couldn't stop talking. It seemed any opportunity we had we were texting, which eventually turned into phone calls.
I was smiling like a fool every second of every day.
"This is like your movie Ella" My mom told me, and thats how I came to view it in a sense. I am realistic, which tends to hurt me in the long run, and knew that this wasn't a movie, but I remained optimistic. I had to, here is a boy who just through letters, texts and a few phone calls had swept me off my feet. I wasn't afraid of being honest or being myself. That was something new and terrifying on its own. I'd never quite done that before.. I'd only ever been versions of myself.. or lost myself completely. To be my own person and to be accepted for it, one of my luckiest moments. You know how it is, the heroine (female hero, not the drug *geez*) struggles with self acceptance and then BAM along comes a boy that changes everything, of course I saw it as my movie, and I wanted to fast forward to see how it ended. So. Badly. But where is the fun in that? Fast forwarding doesn't make for a good story or movie.
I had been planning to come out to DC to visit my Sister and Brother-In-Law the second weekend of July. When I told him about this, he was all for it. Sure there were some extrenuating factors that we couldn't help. He is in the military, when duty calls, you go. Somehow it worked out that if I came out, we could spend a day together. A whole day. Just him and I. What a thought, this was something I surely wasn't expecting. But of course, who am I to turn down an adventure?
So I called him.....
"I bought my plane ticket."
to be continued....
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
SHE'S ALIVE!
SO I vlogged for you.
because ... well, just watch the 6 minute video.
and yeah. Here are some pictures to wet your whistle.
because ... well, just watch the 6 minute video.
and yeah. Here are some pictures to wet your whistle.
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| Me & my cake. |
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| Karaoke. Drunk. It was BAD. |
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| First shot at 21. Chilled Grey Goose. |
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| Ronnie from the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and I. This was, by far one of the most incredible moments of my life. |
I'll post a few pictures, along with some other vlogs I created last night the more I drank.. (oops).
Thank you all for the birthday wishes!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Happy Birthday to ME!
Tonight at Midnight, I hope you all join me
(on your own time of course)
For my 1st legal drink of alcohol.
Tomorrow, I will finally be 21.
Tomorrow, a whole new adventure and journey begins.
I can't wait to share the adventure with you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
Friday, June 10, 2011
6 Days
My 21st Birthday is 6 days away.
My party is on Sunday.
I am BEYOND excited.
There will be family, friends and many laughs.
You see, we opted to do a Toast/Roast.
So everyone is bringing their best Ella stories to share with the crowd.
I have friends that have worked up actual bits to share.
To say that I'm excited and Terrified would be an understatement.
I mean, my Grandma is going to be there.
i think this will be the time for the FLIP to be whipped out. :]
BUT GUYS.
I'll be 21 in 6 DAYS!
My party is on Sunday.
I am BEYOND excited.
There will be family, friends and many laughs.
You see, we opted to do a Toast/Roast.
So everyone is bringing their best Ella stories to share with the crowd.
I have friends that have worked up actual bits to share.
To say that I'm excited and Terrified would be an understatement.
I mean, my Grandma is going to be there.
i think this will be the time for the FLIP to be whipped out. :]
BUT GUYS.
I'll be 21 in 6 DAYS!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
doodleeee doo.
I wish I was better about taking pictures.
I'm trying to document with my phone some of my crazy happenings, but I usually forget.
or I am 100% unsatisfied with what I've captured.
I'm working on moving on from that.
Trying to get myself to enjoy the pictures I take of me.
Because that's really what it's about... right? Loving myself enough to want to share pictures or have pictures taken of me? Did that make sense? Whatever, hopefully you get the idea.
So yeah, once I get back to being a good blogger, I'm going to share more pictures with you. Or at least try doing so. Cause I mean.. I like you guys and I want to share myself with you....? I'm tired.. can you tell?
Alrighty, next item.
I was asked about the folk lore behind the Irish Claddagh ring and so I'm going to share with you what I know.
The Irish Claddagh is a symbol for friendship and for love.
The hands holding the heart represent friendship.
The heart represents love.
The Crown represents loyalty.
Now, another part of this is how and where the ring is worn.
If worn on your left hand, the Crown must be pointing towards your finger tip or away from your heart, to denote marriage, engagement, betrothal, whatever.
If worn on your right hand, there are a couple of different meanings.
If the crown is pointing towards your fingertip (like above with the left hand) then you are in a relationship or your heart is taken. If worn with the Heart pointed toward your fingertip and the Crown toward your heart, It could either mean you are Open to finding a new love/relationship or that you simply aren't ready for that new love.
Here is an easy way to remember:
If the heart of the Claddagh is pointing towards your heart, your heart is closed (there is only a path between the two hearts) and if the heart of the Claddagh is pointing away your heart is open and inviting someone in. (The heart isn't covered by the crown at the end, signaling a pathway into your heart)
A VERY important thing to remember about the Claddagh is that you should NEVER buy one for yourself. It should always be given as a gift. It is said that you will have bad luck if you buy your own Claddagh.
So there you have it, if you have questions, feel free to ask!
I'm trying to document with my phone some of my crazy happenings, but I usually forget.
or I am 100% unsatisfied with what I've captured.
I'm working on moving on from that.
Trying to get myself to enjoy the pictures I take of me.
Because that's really what it's about... right? Loving myself enough to want to share pictures or have pictures taken of me? Did that make sense? Whatever, hopefully you get the idea.
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| Sometimes I feel the need to be all businessy. |
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| Face shots are always difficult for me. I am just not comfortable. I think it's a vulnerability thing. |
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| This I took about 187481569456178 billionty times before I got this. And seriously, just look at my face. |
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| I don't even know what to say for this one. |
Alrighty, next item.
I was asked about the folk lore behind the Irish Claddagh ring and so I'm going to share with you what I know.
The Irish Claddagh is a symbol for friendship and for love.
The heart represents love.
The Crown represents loyalty.
Now, another part of this is how and where the ring is worn.
If worn on your left hand, the Crown must be pointing towards your finger tip or away from your heart, to denote marriage, engagement, betrothal, whatever.
If worn on your right hand, there are a couple of different meanings.
If the crown is pointing towards your fingertip (like above with the left hand) then you are in a relationship or your heart is taken. If worn with the Heart pointed toward your fingertip and the Crown toward your heart, It could either mean you are Open to finding a new love/relationship or that you simply aren't ready for that new love.
Here is an easy way to remember:
If the heart of the Claddagh is pointing towards your heart, your heart is closed (there is only a path between the two hearts) and if the heart of the Claddagh is pointing away your heart is open and inviting someone in. (The heart isn't covered by the crown at the end, signaling a pathway into your heart)
A VERY important thing to remember about the Claddagh is that you should NEVER buy one for yourself. It should always be given as a gift. It is said that you will have bad luck if you buy your own Claddagh.
So there you have it, if you have questions, feel free to ask!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Since I have been completely AWOL lately, let's play the get to know you game.
I've been seeing about 8 million of these get to know you ABC's things around the blogosphere, so I figure it was high time I joined in on the fun.
Right now, I'm busy with work, enjoying the sunshine (FINALLY. It's about damn time), learning ASL (which is the best thing ever) and waiting to hear on my grant.
Once I hear about our grant you best believe I will be sharing with you our project.
Oh.. and did I mention I'm starting to date again?
Why yes... yes I am and it is wonderful.
Annd now, without further ado, my ABC's
A. Age: 20, 15 days till I'm 21
B. Bed Size: Double. Which completely blows when you grew up with a Queen.
C. Chore that you hate: Honestly, I am not a big fan of cleaning in general. If I had to pick it would be laundry because it isn't instantly satisfying, you have to wait FOREVER to make any progress. It's obnoxious.
D. Dogs: I had my baby George from the time I was 2 till I was 17. I miss my mutt more than anyone will ever know. I cried (and still cry) for about 2 weeks straight after we put him down. He was hands down the best dog in the entire world AND everyone loved him. You know you miss your dog when you still call for him after living in a completely different house that he would never see...
E. Essential start to your day: COFFEE. I can't stress that enough. You probably don't want to talk to me before I've had my coffee, I'm kind of an a*hole
F. Favorite Color: Green. Any shade.
G. Gold or Silver: Silver or White Gold. SO pretty.
H. Height: 5'2 and 3/4. According to my license I'm 5'3 and being this short, I will take it.
I. Instruments you play: French Horn, Piano, and I sing.. Your vocal cords are an instrument..right?
J. Job Title: Finance Assistant for the Boy Scouts of America (a council, not nationally)
K. Kids: I'd love to have a big family. But I should probably find a guy first.
L. Live: I live in good old Flint, MI, ya know, currently the most dangerous city in the US (and the world?) so you know I'm a badass.
M. Mother's Name: Virginia or Ginny.
N. Nicknames: Ellie, Elle, Belle, Bella, Gazella, Cinderella
O. Overnight hospital stays: None, thankfully!
P. Pet peeve: As of right now, its my nail polish being super chipped, like it currently is. This just started for me since I recently stopped biting my nails about 3 months ago.
Q. Quote from a movie: "Party on Wayne.. Party on Garth" - It's perfect for any situation.
R. Right or left handed: Righty
S. Siblings: My sister, Libby, is 28 and my Brother - In - Law, TJ, is 29.
T. Time you wake up: Weekdays - 7:25 Days off/Weekends - whenever, but usually around 8:30 or 9.
U. Underwear: Victoria's Secret usually boy cut booty shorts or lacey... (TMI?)
V. Vegetable you hate: I've grown to love all veggies. You just have to find the right way to cook/dip them.
W. What makes you run late: My hair, over sleeping, getting lost, forgetting things, pretty much my entire life.
X. X-Rays you've had: Teeth, shoulder, hand, chest, ummm.... finger... I think that's it.
Y. Yummy food that you make: I'm not much of a cook, but I'll go with my tuna noodle casserole.
Z. Zoo Animal: ZEBRA.
Right now, I'm busy with work, enjoying the sunshine (FINALLY. It's about damn time), learning ASL (which is the best thing ever) and waiting to hear on my grant.
Once I hear about our grant you best believe I will be sharing with you our project.
Oh.. and did I mention I'm starting to date again?
Why yes... yes I am and it is wonderful.
Annd now, without further ado, my ABC's
A. Age: 20, 15 days till I'm 21
B. Bed Size: Double. Which completely blows when you grew up with a Queen.
C. Chore that you hate: Honestly, I am not a big fan of cleaning in general. If I had to pick it would be laundry because it isn't instantly satisfying, you have to wait FOREVER to make any progress. It's obnoxious.
D. Dogs: I had my baby George from the time I was 2 till I was 17. I miss my mutt more than anyone will ever know. I cried (and still cry) for about 2 weeks straight after we put him down. He was hands down the best dog in the entire world AND everyone loved him. You know you miss your dog when you still call for him after living in a completely different house that he would never see...
E. Essential start to your day: COFFEE. I can't stress that enough. You probably don't want to talk to me before I've had my coffee, I'm kind of an a*hole
F. Favorite Color: Green. Any shade.
G. Gold or Silver: Silver or White Gold. SO pretty.
H. Height: 5'2 and 3/4. According to my license I'm 5'3 and being this short, I will take it.
I. Instruments you play: French Horn, Piano, and I sing.. Your vocal cords are an instrument..right?
J. Job Title: Finance Assistant for the Boy Scouts of America (a council, not nationally)
K. Kids: I'd love to have a big family. But I should probably find a guy first.
L. Live: I live in good old Flint, MI, ya know, currently the most dangerous city in the US (and the world?) so you know I'm a badass.
M. Mother's Name: Virginia or Ginny.
N. Nicknames: Ellie, Elle, Belle, Bella, Gazella, Cinderella
O. Overnight hospital stays: None, thankfully!
P. Pet peeve: As of right now, its my nail polish being super chipped, like it currently is. This just started for me since I recently stopped biting my nails about 3 months ago.
Q. Quote from a movie: "Party on Wayne.. Party on Garth" - It's perfect for any situation.
R. Right or left handed: Righty
S. Siblings: My sister, Libby, is 28 and my Brother - In - Law, TJ, is 29.
T. Time you wake up: Weekdays - 7:25 Days off/Weekends - whenever, but usually around 8:30 or 9.
U. Underwear: Victoria's Secret usually boy cut booty shorts or lacey... (TMI?)
V. Vegetable you hate: I've grown to love all veggies. You just have to find the right way to cook/dip them.
W. What makes you run late: My hair, over sleeping, getting lost, forgetting things, pretty much my entire life.
X. X-Rays you've had: Teeth, shoulder, hand, chest, ummm.... finger... I think that's it.
Y. Yummy food that you make: I'm not much of a cook, but I'll go with my tuna noodle casserole.
Z. Zoo Animal: ZEBRA.
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