I’m a thirtysomething girl with a husband and daughter. I love all things bacon. I take a little coffee with my cream. I have what doctors call “a little bit of a weight problem”. I’ve been tobacco free since January 10, 2013 at 7:30AM (but who’s counting right?).
My daughter is 6. My husband is not. I work notquite full time at a job that pays me notquite enough money. I have two bosses and naturally, I despise one and love the other. I live six entire blocks from my office and six blocks from my daughter’s school. I drive 2 miles a day. Round trip.
I’m Texan. This means I love sweet tea, I’ll bless your heart, if we kill it, we eat it (as long as it weights more than 100 pounds before we dressed it). I bleed burnt orange no matter how terrible my team is. I live for college football and could do without basketball, baseball or any other “ball”. I don’t mess with Texas and I know that’s an anti-liter campaign and not “the slogan of Texas”. I don’t ride a horse to work and I don’t even own a cowboy hat. Boots though? Yes.
I hate dressing up. Sweatshirts and flip flops are pretty much my favorite animals.
I like the way my dogs paws smell. He’s a miniature daschund if you’re writing a book. He’s named after a song by The Beatles and he’s pretty much rock & roll.
I have a terrible habbit of swearing, so if you don’t like the occasional f-bomb, you might want to skim this blog.
The list of foods I don’t like are as follows: oysters, calamari. That’s it. I’ll try anything once as long as it’s not a reproductive organ from an animal.