This is me!

It seems my readership here at this little bloggy has expanded past my mom and husband (which is awesome, by the way, and thank you all for reading my blather!), so I thought an introduction might be in order . . . just in case you care to know anything about me.

Here's my little family:

Me, baby Forrest, and husband Jeff.

I'm from New York, which everyone is really impressed with until they realize that "being from New York" is not synonymous with "being from New York City," and my town was mostly populated by cows.

We're in Iowa right now where my husband is attending chiropractic school (only 2 more months in the Midwest?! Seriously, where did the last few years go?). I've really come to love it here, but sorry, Iowa, I will not be missing your horrific Arctic winters and having to chip my way into my ice-coated car every morning from September-May.

I was an English major at Brigham Young University, and definitely miss it.

I worked as a massage therapist for a few years before Forrest was born (because that's a totally natural career path for an English major, right?).

And now I stay home with this little fella!

I'm thanking my lucky stars that I was one of the last customers ever to eat at Flavor Flav's Fried Chicken here in Iowa (that is not a joke . . . it's a real restaurant. I had my doubts, too). We went there last Saturday and it has now closed down. Isn't that how everybody celebrates Easter? Making a pilgrimage to visit washed-up rappers' restaurants?

(Those are our gangsta faces . . . they felt appropriate for the picture until we realized later that Flavor himself is not even making a thug face in the mural. Now we just look like idiots.)

I love (love! looooove!) black licorice, which is the best favorite candy to have because nobody else likes it. More for me! And I always get the black jelly beans on Easter when no one else wants them!

I type 103 words per minute. I just did an online typing test to confirm this. My mom and I used to compete at those online tests to see who could type faster, so I have her to thank for that talent. I don't mean to slap you in the face with this next tidbit, but if you didn't figure it out with the word-per-minute thing, I was really, really, really cool and popular as a kid.

Let's see, I covered our gangsta faces and random useless skill set . . . I do believe you now know everything important there is to know about me! Anything else you'd like to learn?

(If you want to read a little about me crafting and selling on etsy, check out my shop feature over at Flex Family Arts!)