I am very tall. 5’11 to be exact. Don’t tell my husband though, he thinks I’m 5’10.
I LOVE homemade chocolate chip cookies.
I was hit by lightning when I was 12 weeks pregnant. Really.
I love being a mom.
I hate the word “pamphlet.” Please don’t.
I played D1 volleyball at Weber State (“Weee-brrr”).
I was a starter for 2 years and a spectacular bench warmer for 2 years. In that order.
I am taller than my husband.
I love European history.
One time my husband and I saved 14K under 12 months on 50K salary.
I once found and booked $179 RT tickets to Ireland for the hubs and me.
In 6th grade, I was 5’10.
My husband has lost a brother to suicide.
My husband owns and runs a kick-butt non-profit called “Suicide Sucks.”
My first car had over 300K miles on it. Her name was Bertha.
I cried when we sold Bertha. We don’t name family cars anymore.
My mom surprised me with a trip to China in Jr. High. I cried.
I get really ornery when my husband is late getting home from work. I’m working on it.
My mom used to check me out of school to go boating. #coolestmomever.
My dad once bet me that I couldn’t jump rope 20 minutes a day for 30 days. Day 30 I was on a plane bound for China, so it was a draw.
“What are we going to talk about???” is a very common thought for me.
I’ve fallen off a ski lift.
My mom put my sister and me in charge of the pet rabbit when she went to Europe. It died… :/
I hate spiders.
I’ve loved being active my whole life.
I’ve also loved chocolate my whole life.
I seriously lucked out with the best grandparents in the world.
JR Smith broke my brother’s sternum… that’s really his claim to fame but whatever.
I met and was married to my husband within 7 months.
I once got fired from a job in high school for “not being able to think outside the box.”
I love dogs. I would absolutely love one that didn’t eat, poop, bark, shed or smell.
I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
Most of my favorite memories are on a boat, on a lake, somewhere.
I am a retired Subway Sandwich Artist. It takes all of me to wait in a long line when I know I could get that thing moving in a flash.
I broke my foot in Jr. High by landing on my future best friend while playing volleyball.
While I was on crutches, I put them down on the white paint of a crosswalk on a rainy day and totally ate it in the middle of an intersection.
I get cold sores when I’m stressed. And I mean cold sore(s)… plural. One time I had 13 on my bottom lip alone.
I had a soccer trainer tell me once to “Go play a sport where they needed tall people.” I ended up with a full-ride volleyball scholarship.
I delivered my third child natural. I believe any momma-to-be could do it.