So, tonight's the big night. I'm going to publish my first blog. I guess this is where I make up some lame excuse to make me look cooler than I actually am and explain why it's 8:33pm and I've got nothing to do but send my mostly pointless thoughts out into the abyss of the WWW. I'm not sure if I was supposed to capitalize those 'W's... but since its become kind of a big deal I decided to do it anyway. In my mind, big deals should always be capitalized. But now that I've taken like 45 minutes picking out a design and name and all that.. I cant think of a single thing to write about. I could start by telling you the details of my gynecology appointment I had today, or maybe I'll just tell you a little about myself. Neither of those options look incredibly appealing, but... what the heck? Isn't a blog designed for you to talk about yourself? Oh sweet. It's like the mute friend I never had. Its seems pretty funny now that I'm thinking about it. But don't think you're off the hook.. I might just tell you about my gyno appointment anyway.
I'm twenty-three years old, or 23 years young.. depending on how you look at it. I'm married to the man of my dreams. I work part-time as a freelance model, and I'm working on writing a book. Which, if its as boring as this post already is... I'm in terrible trouble. I like to travel. Not the kind of traveling where you fly into an all inclusive resort for a week and come back looking like a dried prune in a bathing suit holding 75 beaded necklaces that don't seem to match a single outfit that you own. I'm not sure exactly what type of traveling I do... maybe its a mix between humanitarian work and adventure? Either way, I think I'll go for a sun burn and some necklaces next time.. just to switch things up. I like to go running. I'm in the process of trying to convince my lazy toosh to run another marathon (if your wondering.. the convincing isn't going very well). I love Motorcycles, Photography, poetry, Squirrels, Skydiving, reading, Skiing, Veggies, Lists, hard Rock (notice the capital letters), and a whole bunch of other things that I can't really think of right now. I'm impulsive. I crave change, but at the same time.. I'm happy where I am. People say I eat like a bird, or a rabbit, or some other type of rodent. I'd like to argue that... but my argument wouldn't be very good. Mostly I live on vegetables, nuts, beans, rice, cheese sticks and whey protein shakes.
Right now my husband and I are inhabiting a two bedroom apartment in North Little Rock. Yep, you guessed it.. ARKANSAS ( I did not capitalize those letters because they are a big deal... totally the opposite in this case... seriously, completely the opposite of a big deal. On a side note- does that 'S' at the end really bug any one else? Why don't we just cut it off after the 'A'? Half the people who LIVE in this state don't even pronounce it correctly- and it might have something to do with the confusing spelling and not just because a notable percentage of the local population can't read and sometimes they marry their cousins). My man is a C-130J pilot in the Air Force and we've got about two more weeks here until we ship off to Germany to complete a 3-4 year assignment. Don't get me wrong, I'm very excited, but part of me is going to miss this strangely nice place (maybe I should say 'nice, strange place' instead). Mostly I'm going to miss our address. We live in apartment number 1010. Which just happens to be my favorite number in the whole entire world. How lucky was that?
To-Do-List for the near future:
#1- Go on a run before I think of any other excuses. Op! Too late, I just thought of a good one.
#2-Delete this entire blog.
#3-Finish enrolling for Walden University's accounting program.
#4- Eat 4 gluten free peanut butter and honey sandwiches.
#5- Call my sister and tell her I ran over a puppy on accident... just to hear her say "ohhh... sad!!!" Just kidding.. that's sick. I would NEVER do such a thing. Actually running over a puppy is bad enough, but lying about it when it didn't even happen is even worse... but better for the puppy in the long run.
p.s I am trusting you with (as a free gift to you) my sacred recipe for Gluten Free P.B and honey sandwiches.
Prep time: 5 seconds (17 if you can't get the peanut butter jar open because your hands are wet)
Ingredients: 1 scoop peanut butter, 1/2 scoop honey
1-pour honey on top of peanut butter until it starts to spill over the edges of the spoon.
4-wash spoon and repeat. Only in case you feel guilt-free about double dipping, in that case, skip washing spoon step and repeat.