Things you should know about me if we're going to be BFFs

Thursday, February 28, 2013

I'm falling majorly in love with the blogger behind Little Miss Momma. Ashley Stock (who is perhaps the world's most adorable woman EVER) writes about her experiences as a mother of two young boys as well as a myriad of other topics including beauty, crafting and cooking. I totally dig her writing style, her personal style, her honesty, her amazing hair (I don't care if it's extensions or not), and her generally sunny disposition that shines through each of her posts. I, um, kind of want to BE her. Is that creepy? (Yes.)

Well, today she posted the cutest tell-all titled Things You Should Know About Me If We're Gonna Be BFFs and aside from further fueling my obsessive need to actually be her BFF, the post also inspired me to do the same. In fact, she signed off by encouraging her readers to write their own list of "things" and send her the link.

I don't know why, but I love this idea and I would really, really love it if Ashley's post inspired you, too. So, if the spirit moves you (THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!), write your own post of things you feel are imperative for your potential bestie to know, and send me the link!

Because who knows, maybe we're supposed to be best friends? Kelly Clarkson ... 

 
Things You Should Know About Me If We're Going to Be BFFs

Aside from spaghetti with marinara sauce, I don't care for pasta. Like, at all.
I have extremely thin, flimsy fingernails that break all the time.
I could eat cereal for every meal, every day.
I was in the advanced reading circle in my kindergarten class and I wish that was something I could put on my resume. 
I love gray so much, I have a matching set of gray underwear because everyone knows GRAY is the sexiest lingerie color of them all.
One of my happiest childhood experiences was when our beagle, Sasha, had her litter of puppies. 
Whenever I go to Wal-Mart, I have a compulsion to enter through the "exit" doors. It drives Clayton insane. 
The only thing I ever order at Starbucks is plain coffee. Or apple cider in the fall.
I accidentally Nair'd off one of my eyebrows in 7th grade.
I can't wear 99% of the trendy variations on gladiator sandals because my feet are too wide.
Men in baseball uniforms drive me wild.
I'm an extreme homebody.
My entire life, I've fantasized about being a famous singer. 
I have a reoccurring dream about tornadoes and my teeth falling out.
When my sister and I finally got our own rooms and no longer had to share one, I had trouble falling asleep for months.
I have absolutely zero patience for waiting in line.
The most visited website on my computer is Thesaurus.com for no other reason than I am a total word nerd. 
I've never tried any drugs of any kind.
When I was a pre-teen, I wore my Colorado Rockies baseball cap so often, people mistook me for a boy all the time. I even slept and showered in that hat.
Wendy's Spicy Chicken sandwich is my favorite fast food item. 
I don't feel comfortable wearing my hair down.
I'm suspicious of people who don't like dogs.
My first home will be purchased solely on the merit of its kitchen.
I write, eat and use scissors left-handed, but I do absolutely everything else right-handed.
My sister and I were really into Ghostbusters when we were kids.
I feel like I'm better on paper than in person.
I like my wine red and dry. 
My perfect Friday night is laying on the couch with the hubs and doing absolutely nothing.
I've run over 2,200 miles in the past 2.5 years.
I was conceived in Las Vegas.
I constantly redirect conversations because I get really uncomfortable talking about myself.
Likewise, one of the best compliments I've ever received is that I'm a really good listener.
Watching people make-out in movies completely grosses me out.
I'm introverted in person, but extroverted in my writing.
One of my absolute favorite smells is puppy feet.
Days are 24 hours long and I spent roughly 14 of those hours in sweat pants.

So, what do I need to know about you if we're going to be best friends?

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