If We’re Going to be Best Friends…

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So, if we’re gonna be best friends, there are probably some things you should know before you commit….
  • I am a Christian, saved by grace. I am not perfect and I don’t pretend to be, but I do serve a risen and perfect Savior and I try to live my life daily so that I can reflect who He is and what He has done for me.
  • I love spending time with my family and if you’re one of my best friends then you’re basically an extension of my family!
  • I’m just a wee bit obsessed with my dog, Watson. If you decide to frequent this blog (please do!) then you’ll see his sweet face quite often.
  • I once thought I was a night owl but as I get older (yikes) I think I’m becoming a morning person…I don’t even recognize myself anymore…
  • It grosses me out when people let their food touch…and especially grosses me out when food mixes together because…just…no.
  • Though I undoubtedly will make mistakes/have made mistakes on this blog, people who constantly make grammatical errors drive me insane. It’s just a thing.
  • I have a slight addiction to watching TV. I suppose I could say I’m a recovering addict; I don’t watch as much as I used to, but then again…Netflix is an enabler. Who else feels me?
  • I am also addicted to reading. I love to read. I love the smell of books. I love opening up a book and falling into a world so different from my own.
  • I’m a little bit OCD…although more obsessive than compulsive. I can obsess over something fifteen ways to Sunday and worry myself into a fit over things other people wouldn’t think twice about. *sigh*
  • I absolutely love making lists and then crossing things off that list. Sometimes (here comes the OCD) I even make lists after the fact, just for the satisfaction of crossing the things off the list.
  • I love Sprite, a good white wine and coffee. Not together – obviously.
  • Speaking of coffee…oh how I love coffee. It makes me happy when skies are gray and generally makes me not want to kill people early in the morning. One of my favorite parts of the day might be sipping my first cup of coffee in the early morning light…
  • I don’t get the whole men wearing tank tops thing – at all. I admire men aplenty but one feature of a man I just don’t need to see so much of is hairy armpits. That’s all.
  • I am a huge worry wart. I’m trying to get better about it…but it’s a daily, sometimes hourly struggle.
  • I think the best sound(s) on the planet are laughter, music of all sorts and the sounds of baseball…especially the crack of the bat when someone smashes a home run!
  • I’m loyal…almost to a fault…and while my loyalty has been taken advantage of in the past, it hasn’t really deterred me from trusting people with that loyalty. The rewards usually outweigh the pitfalls.
  • I am also fiercely loyal to “my” sports teams: the Washington Nationals, the Mississippi State Bulldogs and the New Orleans Saints. I’m perhaps most loyal to my beloved baseball team though…
  • I love sweets. Cupcakes, macaroons, chocolate, gummy bears, chocolate covered Oreos, fudge, truffles… I’m going into a sugar coma just thinking about it.
  •  I also LOVE soup. Love it. And I’ll eat it just as happily in the middle of an August heat wave as I will in a January blizzard.
  • I love to cook…and I feel like I could really be good at cooking…if it didn’t take so much darn time!
  • I hate being late. But I also don’t want to be that person that arrives awkwardly early…
  • I think my nose is too big and I hate my stomach…however…
  • I love my eyes, my smile and my long legs.
  • I find that I can forgive very easily but the forgetting is a whole different matter.
  • I’m a people pleaser – to the point that I need to be less – I worry too much about opinions that don’t matter and pleasing people that don’t matter as well.
  • Hangry is a real thing and I suffer from it.
  • I am absolutely terrified of being alone…and while I enjoy being alone from time to time, I worry I will end up being alone.
  • Because of this, it takes a lot for me to let someone in. I had “friends” that damaged an element of trust somewhere along the way and now it’s hard for me to always trust that what people say is what they mean.
So if I call you friend, I’ve invited you to be a part of my life for the duration…

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