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’m forgetful.

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.