Stylin'

Oh hi there.  Don't mind me--I'm just a stylish blogger type, type, typing away.  My sis listed me on her blog as a person that deserves this award, and I guess at this point, I'll take what I can get.  For those of you wondering what it takes to be a stylish blogger--please refer to her blog, and know that as I type this I'm wearing J Crew skinny jeans, an easy breezy T, paired with an Anthro cardigan, and a cute pair of oxfords Definitely NOT wearing old jeans from 2005, Dave's shirt from Target and Costco socks.  I like to give my readers a visual with every post.  Anyway, there are some rules to this award--but I'm gonna skip some and just do the one that lets me talk more about myself.  So, without further ado....

7 Things You May or May Not Know About Me

When I am studying/concentrating on something, sometimes I like to take the back of a ballpoint pen and jam it into my gums.  It's just one particular spot.  And yes it hurts.  But for some reason I like to do this.

In 7th grade English, we had to get up and do a report about ourselves and I chose to bring in and discuss my painted rock collection.  13 years old, showing my peers that I painted a rock to look like an eagle.  I still cringe.

My friend at work has this saying posted above his desk: I want it. I need it.  I buy it.  I forget about it.  I'm trying to remember this because I think it's soooo true for half the stuff I buy.  But FYI--I really did need new running shoes, and I don't think I'll forget about those.    

Apparently I don't know how to make a good batch of Mac n' Cheese anymore.  You know how sometimes the combo of milk and butter is just off?  Help.

The last fight I had with Dave was because I came home from work and the kitchen was messy and our bed wasn't made.

I hope I never want to cut my hair short again, cuz it's been 2 years and it's still not as long as I'd like it to be.
 

It's now 11:32 pm, and I really gotta get out of these clothes and into my cozy bed so that I can wake up and run my little heart out on that dang ole treadmill.  Thanks, New Year's Resolutions.