I Am:
Optimistic. Loud. A believer in God. Polite. Blonde at heart. Random. Tactful. Still evolving into the real me. Assertive. Understanding. A giver of second chances, but not thirds. Straight to the point. Fun. Impatient. Daring. Funny. In college. Addicted to football and baseball. Quick-witted . A daughter. A sister. A good friend. A girlfriend. Classy. Focused. Enthusiastic. Self-reliant. Competitive. Strong-minded. Disciplined. Indecisive. Unique. Confident. Loyal.
I Love:
My Boyfriend. Rainy days. Perfume. Baseball. Mine and Lisa’s "levels of life". Pajamas. Puppies. Starbucks. Getting my teeth cleaned. Cookies right out of the oven. Kisses. Flip flops. Cranberry juice. Camping. Trampolines. Saving change in a jar. Chips and dip. God. My family. Being Right. Traveling. Laughing. Cooking. Watching the sunrise. Bowling. Neatly hung Christmas lights. Bubble baths. Iced tea. Being a gangsta. Stupid nicknames. The smell of clean laundry. Going to big cities. Wishing on falling stars. Tanning. Coloring. Random conversations. Going to lunch with my momma. Taking pictures. Holding hands. Swimming. Shopping. Rocky road ice cream. Getting cards in the mail. Chap stick. Scars. Bread from Texas Road House. Water. Big pay checks. Sushi. The smell of rain. Long walks. Hot showers. Lying under the stars. Playing catch. Late night phone calls. Football. Playing for the love of the game. Sunset lilies. My goddaughter Olivia. Vacuuming. Underwear. Ice from Sonic. Being told I’m beautiful. Dancing. Black olive and extra pepperoni pizza. Texting all day. Hockey. Giraffes. Hot tubs. Road trips. Smiling. Enchilada casserole. Notes left on my windshield. Waterfalls. Working. The Hulk. Cuddling. Watching movies. Seeing old friends. Make-up. Sunflower seeds. Telling jokes. Tattoos. Southwest sauce. Singing. Fruit. Snowboarding. Big hoodies. Every color. Pretty wrapping paper. Driving for no reason. Being stubborn. Talking. Blue Moon with oranges. Back rubs. Philadelphia Eagles. Listening to stories from the past. Pedicures. Pillow talk. Celery. Being organized. The nieces and nephews [Derick, Jeremiah, Gracie, Ryelie, Garret, and Gavin]. White daisies.
I Hate:
Bad drivers. Close-minded people. Liars. Story toppers. The Yankees. Sunburns. People who can't speak grammatically correct. Early classes. Stop lights. Unknown calls. Lilacs. Being rudely awoken. Tardiness. The word “pop†instead of “sodaâ€. Traffic. Static on the radio. Smoking. Hypocrites. Bad teeth. Double standards. Screamo. Being crowded. Flies. Bad kissers. Waiting. People who can't pronounce "Italian" correctly. When i can hear people chewing their food.
i love meeting new people! i would give anything to be able to say i know everyone, i know that's not possible, but i can dream. right?
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i'm not picky when it comes to music. really, a lot of people say they like all types of music, well i really do. i will listen to anything as long as it has a good beat that i can dance or at least tap my foot too.
on any given night you can find me at home watching a movie. sometimes i'd rather cuddle with a great guy and watch a movie then go out and party. i have a ton of favorites and won't list them all because it would simply take too much time. i'll watch comedy, action, horror...pretty much anything if it sounds good.
i do think everyone should watch "the ultimate gift" it definitly makes you think about life!
i don't watch tv that often. i enjoy watching house and never miss grey's anatomy. oh well...and of course i watch football and baseball.
i'm not the biggest fan of reading. however my favorite book is the giver. i read cosmo every month too, if that counts.
there are many people in my life that have done incredible things and i respect every single one of them for the things they have accomplished, but if i had to choose someone to be my hero it would have to be my brother chris or my mom.
my mom is by far the strongest person i know, after looiking back i don't know how she managed to raise two kids on her own, working two jobs and still making sure i was at dance every night and my brother was at soccer and hockey practice/games. she made sure chris and i had everything we needed, and most of the time we had everything we wanted too. she always pushed me to do the best i could, sometimes i would rebel and tell her i wasn't perfect, but thats not what she was after. she was expecting perfect, and i know that now. she only wanted me to do the best i could and sometimes i didn't really try. My mom is one of my best friends now, i can tell her anything, go to her for advice, cry on her shoulder, laugh about dumb stuff, and gossip. not many girls can say they have that kind of relationship with their moms.
i also said my brother would qualify as a hero to me. chris is hands down the coolest big brother ever, we do fight like all brothers and sisters do, but we love each other. at times it feels like he's the only one who understands. he is protective over me, but still lets me make my own mistakes. he'll be the first person to laugh at my ass when i fall face first, but he'll also be the first one to help me up and make sure i learned my lesson. Chris is my best friend and will always have my back, he'll be there to meet every boy i bring home with a shot gun and a steady hand.