This is me…

I am 30 and try not to think about it. Married to a man that I share a rare and amazing love with. You know those people that make it? The ones that stories are written about? That’s us.

I collect tattoos, fake plastic skulls, knowledge of the Bible, and dear friends. I’m a tall blonde with big eyes, tattoos, I have a sweet disposition, unless you cross me, then I will write you off. (That is something I don’t like about myself though, so I’m working on that.) I love music, movies, my dogs, my husband, but mostly my daughter.

My sense of humor causes most to look at me with a cockeyed stare, and others to laugh at me, simply because my laugh is just a little too loud.

My attention span is getting shorter with each passing day…

I don’t really fit into any category, and that makes things a bit difficult when it comes to finding a church. However, I’d never stop my search for understanding in any way I can get my long skinny fingers on.

The words that come out of my mouth are much prettier than the actions that come from my being. I want to be more, I want to do more, I want to see more, I want to give more. This is my little attempt at putting myself on the line. Making something out of nothing. Even if it’s on this white obtuse object I tap on from time to time.