I love talking animal videos. Have ya’ll watched Lucas the Spider? I can’t even deal with my love for Lucas.
Bloopers at the end of a movie make me ridiculously happy. I will be the last to leave the theater…just…in…case…
I lie down in the shower and I’m not talking my bathtub. The stand up shower. Torso across bottom of shower. Legs up the side. Head on pouf. Every single time.
I wanted to be a hairdresser.
I became a Social Worker. Still not sure if I made the right choice.
I have no tolerance for lactose.
I keep a gratitude journal. I try to write in it every day. There really is always something to be grateful for. Even when I’m pms-y and life seems overwhelming.
Pretty journals and fun pens make my heart happy.
I have seen You’ve Got Mail 7,346 times. That is barely an exaggeration.
Dumb & Dumber is one of my favorite movies and I can quote the entire film.
I worry all the time about whether I’m a good (enough) Mom.
Relationship status: mostly sleeping diagonally.
I never leave home without whatever book I’m reading. My books always look like they’ve been through a hurricane. Don’t loan me your books.
I freaking love T. Swift. Yeah, I said it.
I can get ready to go out in ten minutes. Or I can take an hour. There’s no in between.
I could overhear a complete stranger in a line up at the grocery store talking about getting food poisoning and I will ban whatever food they ate from my diet for all eternity.
I have never been in a fist fight. I do, however, have a growing number of people on my “people who need a punch in the mail” list.
I’m not tall. At all.
I drive a standard. Like a bad ass. I will judge you if you can’t.
I’m right handed. I can’t go left.
I have two children. One is a leftie. One is taller than me. Both are incredible and they are my favorite people in the whole world.
I have wake me up after I’m asleep rage. I’ve been known to throw things. Like a remote control at the ex-husband. If I fall asleep. Anywhere. Just leave me there. For your own protection.
I’m a morning person.
And a night owl.
I don’t think orange juice goes with any meal but breakfast.
I rarely eat breakfast.
Water is my favorite drink. Always with ice. Give me all the ice. Wine ranks a close second.
My favorite flower is a daisy. I absolutely love fresh flowers in my bedroom.
I have kept an orchid alive for three years. This makes me a strange kind of proud.
My heart has been broken.
Music has the power to make me instantly joyful.
I sing loudly in the car. In the shower. At my desk. At Starbucks. In stores. My son hates this about me. My daughter happily sings with me and we think we are the bomb diggity.
I like my right eyebrow best.
My eyes used to be dark brown and they are now almost green.
It would be my dream come true to own a little cafe and bookstore.
I have a thing for beards. Not on me.
I do have one arsehole of a neck hair that I can’t get rid of, but I pluck that bad boy.
I get headaches from too tight pony tails, and from wearing sweaters with hoods, or necklaces. Yes, I’m a delicate flower.
I have been engaged three times. Four, if you count twice to the same person. Which I do not.
I wear my engagement ring from my ex-husband on occasion. I still adore it and it still sparkles like a mofo.
I wear a bracelet that I never take off, with charms for happiness, love, and loyalty. Tiny reminders of three things I value and want in my life.
I can never find my keys. Or my phone. Or my phone charger.
I’m a bit obsessed with slippers. The uglier, the better. I also steal slippers. Not from the store, of course. But, family. Friends. Your slippers are not safe with me.
I am a legit sugar addict – known to eat entire packages of cookies, tubs of ice cream, whole cakes, don’t even get me started on Cadbury Mini Eggs…basically, just pour sugar directly down my throat and I’m a happy girl. BUT – – I stopped eating sugar on January 8th of this year – today marks my one month sugar free anniversary! YAY ME! And the good news is, I’m still sweet as a freakin’ butter tart. I haven’t even knocked anyone down to steal their cookie. But I damn well think about it.
Loud chewing is top of my ‘things that annoy me and will make me contemplate punching you’ list.
My siblings are truly my best friends. I am the youngest in our family. I hated this when I was growing up; I love it now.
I buy most of my clothes from thrift shops. I so love a bargain. Also see *I became a social worker.
I have about 6 lip balms with me at all times. This is my latest favorite.
I starred in a commercial when I was five years old for the Halifax Shopping Centre.
I won first place in the 100 meter dash in grade three. That was the high point of my athletic career. I peaked in grade three.
Now I only run if someone is chasing me. And sometimes when I think someone is chasing me, but his hat just blew off. True story.
I never drank coffee until I was in my 40’s. I am making up for lost time now. I’m often grateful for yummy coffee.
I ugly cry at sappy movies.
I’m completely addicted to Hallmark movies. No, really. It’s a problem.
My first job was at K-Mart in the cafeteria. I was the youngest employee at 15 and I made a whopping $4.55 an hour. My uniform was brown and orange polyester and I rocked it.
My son painted the picture of Martin Luther King Jr. in the photo at the top of this post. He does not get his artistic abilities from me, but I sure wish I could say that he did.
I’m planning a new, very fun thing for my blog! Hint: my very talented son will be involved.
I have five tattoos. There’s only one I regret and I have dreams of more. Educational side note: do not get matching tattoos with anyone you date, ever.
Two of my tattoos are written in Italian because I find the language beautiful and romantic and so far, Italy has been my favorite place that I’ve visited.
I stole our pup, Dixie the Wonderdog. She came along with a previous partner and when that relationship ended, I kept the sweet fur face. She is pretty close to perfect, aside from her snoring and hogging the bed and occasional marble chewing.
I weirdly FEEL much taller than I am. I’m always genuinely surprised when I see how small I am in photos next to other people. In my head I’m a good six feet tall.
My nickname is Colie (pronounced coal-ie). None of my family members or close friends call me Nicole.
I can’t raise only one eyebrow. I’m jealous of those who can. Can you? Please teach me.
I never blog at home.
I only write at coffee shops. I’m at one now. Singing. A little too loudly.