There's certain things I do, and don't do every single day; or things I like and don't like—just things—you know. Here a few—maybe unimportant to you but not to me—tidbits, facts and other things that make me—ME!
Bad foods I can't live without:
Things I dislike about women:
Things I dislike about men:
Things you should always have:
a fully charged phone
$50 cash (for emergencies)
a full tank of gasoline
Things I can live without:
Things I dislike in people:
men who play with a woman's heart
frenemies, I don't need em'
Materialistic things I can't live without:
Middle school shenanigans:
Behind the east side of my jr. high school building, I had my very first kiss. His name was Bobby and I really thought I was going to marry him, after all, we swapped spit. That day, I wrote Mrs. Bobby Saprias on a piece of paper, 500 times.
During my college years:
I was a party girl. *boy how times have changed
I was studying to be a Broadcast Journalist.
I was introduced to false eyelashes for the very first time.
I got pregnant.
My second-semester, Freshman year, was spent over the toilet puking with morning sickness.
Two years later I went back to college.
In between being a young mom and a full-time college student, I got married, had my 2nd child—who by the way weighed 10 lbs, 11 oz. at birth (that in itself is surreal) and I knew it all. I honestly thought I had life figured out...
Things I do everyday:
Things I love about women:
Women who empower
Strong, independent women
Women who are genuine
Things I love about men:
a man who loves God
hard work ethics
sense of humor
Things you would never believe I've done:
I've cried for the douchebag
I've cried for the loser
I've cried for the player
Things I love about life:
making my own t-shirts
Slang terms I need to stop saying:
Things I advocate:
fight against animal cruelty
feeding the hungry
My childhood years:
My very first heart-pounding crush was in the 5th grade to a boy named Derek Dingler—who never knew I existed. Ughhh, I hate you Derek Dingler, but I'll never forget you, you little red haired, freckled face cutie. *I crushed on Barry Swift too but Derek had my heart.
When I was in high school:
My senior year I was voted: Most Beautiful.
I was a twirler, a cheerleader and a writer for the school newspaper.
Once, during senior year, I scheduled two dates, in one night and ended up with a guy knocking at the front door and another one standing at the back door. My mom was furious with me and made me go with the first boy who knocked; but not before she made me apologize and tell the other boy I couldn't go with him because I had another date waiting to take me out.
One winter night, I remember my dad decided to light the fire place in our home. Being that I was cold, I stood next to the fire to warm up. In the midst of warming up, the mini-skirt I was wearing caught on fire. Yes, I caught on fire my senior year, fun times.
And by the way,
The douchebag, the loser and the player—may or may not—have been the same guy, nonetheless, it's proof that even strong, smart, independent women make STUPID MISTAKES!