[ Scottie ]

I swear I should let someone else write about me. You know, one of my friends that has figured out that somewhere hidden in that shy quiet exterior is a tiger ready to pounce. They, of all people, know that I love to snuggle up under the covers and watch scary movies, but that when it's time to go out and get crazy I'll get on the dance floor and shake my little white ass.
Maybe it will be ones of my friends who has gone hiking with me, or traveled with me to foreign countries. They would certainly be able to tell you about my deep love of travel and adventure.Maybe I'll let Andrew talk about me, who I think has had more of my home cooking than any of my friends. He could tell you that I like movies, margaritas, and Tacos al Pastor.
Instead, I have to come up with something. I suck at these things. I just know the things that bring me a little happiness like napping in the sun, the smell of rain in the desert or on warm asphalt, the sound of people canonballing into a pool, the carefree laughter of little kids, letting snow fall on my tongue, exploring new places, experiencing new cultures, reading a good book, take off, landing, PCH, snuggling, getting back into a warm bed on a cold morning, the wind in my hair, a sea breeze, and experiencing all of the above over and over in my mind.