I love to laugh. I believe a smile is THE best medicine — whether I'm giving it or receiving it.
I've been told I sing more than I talk, and that I live my life as if I'm in my own musical — but I don't know what they're taaaallllkkking (kick-ball-change) abooooouttt (big finish - JAZZ hands!).
I can sing every word to MC Hammer's "You Can't Touch This." Take that. I was first published in Capt. D's magazine for lil schooner kids like me, and I'm pretty sure it was because I had red hair like he did. Oh...and I'm deeply scarred that I never got to play Annie. Long story. Many chapters. It even involves making a waitress at a Macaroni Grill belt out "Tomorrow." But TODAY....TODAY I'm glad YOU are here!
Live on Sesame Street with my own reality show as the love child of Mr. Rogers and Miss Frizzle.
Real Housewives. Why can't I quit you?!
Anthropologie. J.Crew. Bookstores. Oh my.
Cake cutting. Gift Wrapping.
Impersonations of my kindergarteners.
Beach. But with an SPF 100, umbrella and a book.
Loretta Lynn. Amy Grant. Beastie Boys. Anything 80s.
My SIdekick-best friend-Hubs - JDUB (JW)
The bird dog brothers, Tuck & Coop
My collection of onesies
Books & THe Beach. And spf 100+
He fishes. He wears camo and orange. He can quote movie lines like no other. He is a "FUN-cle." He is the best dog dad around. Oh...and he has some pretty fine dance moves.
Though they sound like an 80’s cop show, they were actually named after Ken-TUCK-y, and the chickens they were chasing back to the...you guessed it. The COOP.
Ahhhhh...BOOKS. I like to hold them in my hands. I like to turn the pages. I will read a book a day on the beach.
Bookmarks? They’re for quitters.
And crazy glasses. Or headgear. Or a combo of said glasses and headgear. Blame it on being a kindergarten teacher. We dance to our own drums. But honestly I prefer tiny maracas.
I'm A Super aunt. hear me roar.
Well...not roar really. More like a loud cheering for each and every one of my nieces and nephews. There are many. They are multiplying. I'm not complaining. I need a picture of ALL of them together. (Hint-Hint)
I love to Travel. And be weird.
I cried at Mount Rushmore. I screamed when I saw Moulin Rouge. I burst into opera on the Ponte Vecchio. I was the dork in a beret at the Eiffel Tower holding a large baguette. Hawaii-Tokyo-Washington D.C.-Greece...I always turn into a 5-year-old with my mouth hanging open in awe at whatever I've finally seen with my own eyes.
80's music. Always nice, nice, baby.
Route 44 Sonic Lime-aides. Extra Ice.
The Bachelor. Sorry, not sorry.
The Three Amigos & Carol Burnett.
My mom's birthday lasagna.
Drinks without straws.
Mushrooms. No. Never.
People LOUD talking on their phone.
Dust. (Not “Another one bites the…”) Yuck.