It’s always fun to find out a little more about people. This world is SO full of incredible individuals with unique stories to tell, if we take the time to listen. We each have our own perfections, imperfections, and extraordinary quirks which is something I truly love about humanity. We are all different. For the longest time growing up, I was so spellbound with trying to fit in or be like someone else. I partially blame ballet in the sense that I was constantly critiqued and picked apart, constantly wishing and needing to be more. Slowly but surely, I learned my lesson and started to embrace me. It irks me to the core when I see anyone less in love with themselves and more infatuated with some other vision they have in their minds. Truly you guys, you are the best! Embrace it!

Anyway.. I talk a lot about clothes, fashion, wish lists.. etc., but I think it’s important for you guys to get to know the real me. The nerdy, frizzy-haired, OCD me. And share with me things about you! Over the 7 months of creating this blog, I’ve accumulated some incredible followers but know zilch about you guys! Share with me something you most love about yourself or your own little fun quirks!

• I absotively posilutely cannot STAND touching velvet. Isn’t that the craziest?! Ever since I was a little girl and played with dolls/barbies/etc, velvet dresses just gave me the willies. It can touch any part of my skin except my fingertips. Imagine me trying to put on a velvet dress.. makes me cringe just thinking about it!
• I cannot go to bed without taking a shower. Again, this very much started with ballet. I would come home, especially as a teenager, super sweaty and gross. (I was at ballet at least 5 days a week for a few hours each day). First thing I did was head straight for the shower. Once I started working in healthcare, the habit was one I was thankful I had developed. Working in units such as the ER/ICU you literally never know what’s coming your way.. and I’ll skip the graphic horrors for my non-iron stomached readers. I always left my shoes out in the garage, and usually stripped at the door. But hey.. I also worked with a coworker who kept their cellphone in a ziploc baggie when at work. Now that was a bit extreme for me.. but he had kids at home so I totally understood.
• I love love love PEEPS! Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been addicted to the marshmallows bits of goodness. Easter was my absolute favorite holiday for three reasons: peeps, cadbury eggs, and egg hunts. Now that peeps have made appearances during every holiday, ecstatic doesn’t cover it. One year, when I lived in Utah, my mom sent an ENTIRE box of peeps and cadbury eggs. Best. Mom. Ever. Did I mention Easter is coming up?
• If you make noises when you eat, don’t sit next to me. No really… I nearly come out of my skin trying to control myself when I hear and/or see someone smacking their food. It’s actually called misophonia and different sounds can be of burden to different people. For me, it’s mouth noises. Google it.. it’s real. There was an article in the New York Time whose author is a primary care provider. I feel like this person and I are destined to be besties for a multitude of reasons. He writes “Chewing noises, particularly from behind me, are enormously irritating, as are people who perpetually sniff their mucus back into their nostrils rather than blowing their noses and ending the noise (Lerner, B., 2015).” Hey.. we’re all flawed, remember?
• I’ve never lived without a pet, growing up or now. From the moment I was born, there was always a family dog. We had dogs, a cat, many birds of a feather, a frog, a freshwater aquarium, hermit crabs, rabbits, never hamsters and even a pigeon. Yes, seriously a pigeon. We found her at an agricultural store, she had been hurt in a storm. I named her sweet pea and was supremely devastated when my mom released her one day while I was at school. Now of course I have my own two fur children, one of which is the namesake of this blog. Daiquiri, my first child, has been the light of my adult life. I bought her in College Station during the worst year of my life (I’ll save that for another day). She has been the smiling face through many good and bad days and continues to make me laugh. I just adore her and her little grinch feet!
• I am extremely OCD. Not to the point where I check and recheck the front door lock 30 times, but to where I become rather put off if the couch cushions aren’t put back in their pretty little places once departed. I also have a stainless steel kitchen sink and hate water droplets in the sink. I’ll take a paper towel and wipe out the sink (Blake, you know what I’m talking about). I also get irritated when I find blobs of toothpaste left in the sink (because I sit in the sink to do my makeup, yesseriously.) I also don’t like toothpaste on my decorative bathroom towels and must make the bed before leaving for work. It makes me feel accomplished in the beginning of the day!
• I am generally super cranky when I wake up. I must have coffee before speaking to you, or it will be ugly. Apologies in advance. I blame this on being a night shifter in the hospital for several years. I’ve been on days for more than 3 years now and it’s STILL easier for me to stay up all night than wake up early. it’s. the. worst. period.
• I have a pretty dirty sense of humor, mostly from nurse humor/medical humor and all that lies within. I choose my language and humor based upon my surroundings. (can’t talk about poop at the table with most people.)
• If lobster is on the menu, you’re darn tootin’ I’m gettin it! I was raised in Burkburnett, TX which is right on the Red River and no where near the ocean. Somehow this Texan cannot get enough of seafood. I actually made my first lobster ever the other night at home! As stated on my instagram story, if lobsters could speak I imagine them with robust french accents..zero idea why.
• I once swallowed a quarter in the second grade. Yes, I’m totally serious. My mom still has the x-rays and the quarter to prove it. Being the super girly/germaphobe that I was, I’m still baffled as to why I even put a quarter in my mouth that day. I do remember sitting at a school watching the annual Christmas play put on by the 5th graders and being bored silly. My little boyfriend was sitting next to me and put a dime in his mouth. I’m not sure if I was working off of the “if you’re a bird I’m a bird” thought process or “go big or go home” but either one wasn’t smart. I nearly choked to death and remember thinking this was my death until miraculously it chose to go down my esophagus instead of my trachea (windpipe). I was then rushed to the hospital where I had to have it surgically removed. So instead of being the boy who ate his fingernail clippings or the girl who got a bean stuck in her nose I was the girl who swallowed a quarter. I’m so cool…

So tell me something fun about you.. I really would love to hear your stories!