Day 7

Day 7: Favorite movies


I’m a comedy person pretty much through and through. In fact, I like to joke that I have a 12 year old boy’s sense of humor (which makes me then make “To Catch a Predator” jokes to my poor boyfriend. Ha). So keep that in mind as I list my favorites…

1. Napoleon Dynamite
“Freaking Idiot!”

2. Old School
“Frank the Tank!!”

3. Talladega Nights: The Legend of Ricky Bobby
“Dear Baby Jesus…”

4. The Little Mermaid
“Poor unfortunate soooooooooulllllllllsssssssssss” (that’s my Ursula impression…)

5. Toy Story 1, 2, 3 (still counts as one number though…my blog, my rules)
“To infinity…and beyond!”

6. Stranger Than Fiction
All of the good quotes are on my Facebook page!

7. That Thing You Do
For some reason VH1 used to play this pretty much every Saturday. My mom and I got so hooked on watching this silly movie!

8. The Simpsons Movie
Saw this bad boy in the theaters…about 4 times!

9. 10 Things I Hate About You
“I hate the way I don’t hate you…not a little, not a lot, not at all…” When I was 16ish, every time I went to the movies with friends, we inevitably snuck back into this one!

I tried to think of a tenth, but it just wouldn’t come to me tonight. Clearly, Will Ferrell and the Toy Story gang are my favorite actors! Will Ferrell and I have the same birthday, so I always feel that I have to support him…even when I think his movies suck (ahem Anchorman).

Day 6

Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happy


This one’s pretty easy (good thing too since it’s waaaaaaay past my bedtime!)

This is Port Saint Joe, Florida, but really, just about any clean, quiet beach would do! This is one of a gazillion things that make me happy! =)

Day 5

Day 5: A song to match your mood


This is a lame one, in my opinion. I’m in a fantastic mood, so do I choose a fantastic song, or do I choose a song that talks about being fantastic? I’m sure it’s the latter, but I just really don’t care too much for this one.

Okay, I choose Dig by Incubus. It’s one of the best songs that I’ve ever heard, and it seems like it talks about something fantastic.

A lame entry for a lame topic…

Day 4

Day 4: Your parents


What to say about my parents…Well, my mom and I are the same person. We look so much alike (and act so much alike) that sometimes her story time children will see me out in public and think that she has dyed her hair darker! My dad is quieter, and my brother is more like him. It’s funny because we’re kind of like 2 sets of twins.

I don’t know exactly how my parents met, but I know that they were young. They were 16 and 21 when they got married, and 16 and 21 when I was born (big year, huh?). They are still married, and I see how much they love each other, which inspires me to hold out for a guy who will love me that much and treat me like my dad treats my mom.

My parents were strict about some things, but really cool about others. For example, I have multiple holes in my ears, and I was never discouraged from dyeing my hair weird colors or going through a “goth” phase (it wasn’t a very good one though…ha). My mom knew that if she had nagged me about those things, it would make me want to do them more! They “made” me get a job when I was a teenager, and I worked in college. I hated it at the time (especially the semesters when I had multiple jobs), but now I’m grateful because those skills are what allow me to work full time and pursue a double masters degree at this stage in my life. I still live at home, and there are some (many) days when I think they’re going to drive me insane, but I know that right now I’m where I’m supposed to be, and I’ll someday miss the closeness we have. I love my parents (and brother!) and am blessed to be a part of this family (even when they’re driving me crazy!!).

Day 3

Day 3: Your first love


In third grade, a young gentleman in my class professed to his mother “Mama, my true love is back.” He had been my kindergarten boyfriend and the only thing that could tear us apart was the cruel fate of my moving to another town. I don’t remember much about our courtship or relationship, but I imagine it involved paste somehow. My mother tells a story to this day of how he got me a really good birthday gift once. I always correct her and tell her it was another person, but I think she likes the romantic aspect of the idea.

Alas, though he was my first love, it wasn’t meant to be. We went on a date back in December, and the thrill from elementary school was gone. He was very nice, and I had a nice time, but it just didn’t work out thanks to the busyness of my life at that point. He was my first love, but he won’t be my last. Cheesy, no?