Getting Personal // Five Things

My dearest Jacquelyn tagged me to participate in the Five Things phenom floating around the blogsphere, and as one of my very first blogger friends, I find her hard to turn down. Then Elizabeth went and did the same so I officially haaaaave to do it! So here goes . . . five things you may or may not care to know about me:

ONE

 Bev Cooks

I could probably eat pasta for every meal. I looooooooove it in all of its glutenous glory. Sometimes I'm good and go the gluten free or spaghetti squash route, but usually I just opt for the whole wheat version and pat myself on the back.

Mexican is a close second.

TWO

 Fash for Fashion

Unlike much of blogland, I care very little about clothes. As in, it pains me to buy them. I would 1,000x rather spend money on my home or a great night out than anything that goes on my person, and I would quite willingly pay good money to have someone else tell me what to put in my closet and how to wear it. Any takers for a trade? :)

When I am making purchases, I tend to err on the casual side and just pray it doesn't look too sloppy. I would rock this look everyday! And I do get excited about accessories, so please don't shun me completely . . .

THREE

 These Are Things world map

I read maps upside down. For some reason, my quirky little brain pictures north at the bottom instead of the top. It causes a lot of problems when on roadtrips. Left. NO RIGHT. NO LEFT.

 FOUR

 one of my favorite captured moments, well into the evening of our wedding day

I never wanted to get married . . . but I always wanted children. Maybe it was because my parents divorced when I was young or maybe because I just never had great luck with men boys, but I insisted that I would never marry from a shockingly young age. The idea just didn't appeal to me. I fell in love repeatedly and even hoped that a couple of them would last foreverever, but it wasn't until Eric came into the picture that it felt like actual legal marriage could (and would!) mean something.

Goes without saying that I was never one of those girls that dreamed about their wedding day either. But I think we did all right.

I did write a paper in seventh grade suggesting that I would be a foster parent so kids were apparently always a go?! I was also going to be a radiologist, so what did I know?

FIVE

 Society 6

I love cats. Like, psychotically love them. If I hadn't fallen for a man with allergies, I would probably be on my way to becoming a straight up cat lady.

And (gasp!) I really don't like dogs.

I know. Inhuman.

Happy Friday, friends! ox