"Life is simple, not easy."

A light-hearted, little peek into my world...

I have cellphone and cellphone cover ADD.  Ever since I got my first phone when I was sixteen (among the same week I earned my driver's license - that's right kids, you can wait), I have gone through seven phones.  I'm on number eight.  I also switch back and forth between two cell phone covers, mainly because there are days when I need a heavy-duty otterbox, and other times where I'm nicer to my phone.


Toe socks freak me out.  Socks should not go between your toes and I shouldn't be able to see them simultaneously while you're wearing flip flops.

I love the sound, smell, and sight of fireplaces.  It reminds me of the house where I grew up, and the memories of roasting marshmellows on a sterilized coat-hanger.

I inherited my father's eyebrows.  Thanks to my father, the lady that does my nails also gets to call me a baby when she waxes them.

When I was in seventh grade, my mom took me to her hair stylist, and the lady made the craziest mistake of her life by asking if I wanted to have a few "summer highlights".  My hair has been colored/highlighted ever since.  This is the same woman who turned my hair green when I wanted to go blonde.

I wish my hair was as longer.  Like about six-twelve inches longer. 

When I'm stressed enough,  I bake.  The more stressed I am, the better the results.

I have a slight addiction to buying "snuggle blankets" (or just really big blankets).  My mom has forbidden me to buy any more.

I took two creative writing classes in high school, and at one point, I wanted to be writer.  I started writing a book a few years ago, but it is still a raw work in progress.

I am a grammar and spelling nazi, especially with text messages and e-mails.

I'm not a big television watcher, mainly because I can't stand how loud commercials are compared to the actual show.

I love purses and shoes.  And tote bags.

I love steamed broccoli with a pinch of lemon pepper.

Now that I have gone through my lactose intolerance mess, I really dislike the taste of cheese now.

I started teaching myself to crochet when I was a first year grad student to keep myself busy during the winter months.  It takes a lot in me to finish something without it looking absolutely perfect.

I played the clarinet in junior high and high school.  Because, you know, having braces and glasses weren't enough cherries on top of the nerd sundae.