I’m an overachiever. I’m also a pleaser. I have a big heart. I rarely sit still. And I can’t leave well-enough alone. I love my little family and can imagine no better people to hang out with on a Friday night. Really. I work full-time. I have 3 kids under 5 years old. I volunteer. I have a side-business. I love to throw parties and to try out new recipes. I hate typos. I love to use parentheses. I love having a pregnant belly. It’s when I feel my prettiest. I have the best mother in the world. And I know it. I’m a television junkie. But I have yet to experience TiVo. I’m afraid of what it might do to me. I love to read. I hate when I see strangers spit. I love Beyonce. No, I am not ashamed. I wish I could be a full-time mom. But I love my job. So I’m constantly conflicted. My hubby is my best friend. And is also the one person who can drive me insane. I wish I could make myself love sports so that we could watch them together. But I can’t. I’d rather clean chicken. Which is also something I hate. I do have a TV crush on Dwight Howard though. I have a younger sister who is uber cool. She makes me laugh like no one else. I was mean to her when I was a teenager. And she was mean to me right back. We totally like each other now though. I can’t wait until I figure out what my God-given gift is and how to use it. I miss 90’s rap music. I used to love my body. I wonder if I ever will again. I think the prison system is screwed up. Most people need to be rehabilitated, not incarcerated. At night, I worry about cold and hungry children. In America. I can’t do math. I love the beach. No matter how old I am, I will always love candy. The real stuff – jelly beans, Laffy Taffy, Fun Dip, Swedish Berries (if you don’t know you better ask somebody). I’m happy. But tired. Alright, exhausted. But I love life. And I hope it shows.