Obviously, this being a “niche-free” personal/lifestyle blog, I’ve already written…a ton about myself here. Like about one of my passions and some of my favorite memories and lessons learned from it. Or one of my other passions and some memories and many, many thoughts associated with it.
My dog, a Kelpie/Chow rescue named Onyx, is one of the all-time loves of my life (my husband is too, but I try to respect his privacy and not overshare about him here).
Books are my favorite.
I’m into practicing gratitude.
One of the best years of my life was when I studied in Copenhagen.
1) I hate, hate, hate the terms “wifey” and “hubby” (and “hubs” and “hubster”). They are not allowed to be used to refer to me or my husband. Ever.
2) I have scars on the bottom of my chin and lower lip from a really lame rollerblading accident when I was twelve. The city had just opened a new skate park, and my mom took me and my brothers there at the beginning of Christmas break. I have no business being anywhere near a skate park, but tried going up one of the half pipes. I got halfway up, couldn’t figure out how to turn around, and slid down backwards. I think as I neared the bottom one blade slipped off the edge and I face-planted. There was a lot of blood. I’m about the furthest thing from a badass.