About me

I'm 27 years old, but I don't feel that old.
Not that that's old, really. I mean, I'm not even 30 yet.
...not that 30 is old either. 

I'm a Texan, born & raised. I love moving around and living in different places. (although I think it's safe to say I'll never live above the Mason-Dixon line) Currently I reside in Hot Springs, Arkansas. (And yes, there are hot springs here. I always get asked that, as if the name was chosen for some other reason.)

I'm a housewife! It's wonderful. My (amazing) husband Josh is lucky enough to work from home, so we spend our days hanging out together, and going out and having adventures (when time permits). He is the best husband anyone could ask for; not only does he provide for our little family so that I don't have to work, he also runs out and does the grocery shopping on days when my anxiety prevents me from leaving the house. We are the proud pet parents of a cat named Belle, an English Mastiff named Orion, and a Chilean rose-hair tarantula named Willow. ♥

My family is my favorite. I love them with all my heart & soul

the Mom + Dad♥

the brother + sister-in-law♥

Josh + Me♥

The 'kids'. 



These people mammals (and arachnid!) are my world.

I'm a thinker, and a worrier. I'm incredibly disorganized. I love music, all kinds of it. I'm an insomniac, and I sometimes shop too much.

I like to make things. Art, jewelry, clothes, almost anything crafty or artistic I will try my hand at. My specialties are photography and making jewelry, though. Everything else I just kind of have fun with.

I get oddly delusional right around 2 am, no matter how much (or little) sleep I've had.

I have firm convictions but hate confrontation. I watch a lot of TCM and ID, but am most prone to leaving the TV on the classical music channel. I will correct your grammar, and I will also respond with sarcasm if you say or ask something I feel is dumb. Or ignore you. It really depends on my mood, and how I think you'll react. (I have an aversion to getting hit or stabbed.) This is also why I am rather averse to traveling outside of the country. I would be one of those Americans who offends someone and gets smacked upside the head, I just know it.

I need alone time, but not too much. I like to be near people, even if I'm not directly interacting with them. (In fact I kind of prefer to not interact much.) Not too many people, though, or I get panicky and run away. And then I get lost and end up watching the World Cup in a gay bar. (True story.)

I can rarely make up my mind regarding trivial issues. Don't ever ask me to choose where to eat, you'll starve before I make a decision.

I'm not normal. I have issues, lots of them, deep seated issues that will never go away, and disorders brought on by bottling the issues for so long. But they're under the surface, so if we pass each other on the street, you'll never know how much I struggle. I think about this a lot, and try not to judge other people because of it.

I don't smile a lot. Usually because I'm thinking, or daydreaming, but mostly because that's just how my face is naturally; solemn. I also tend to stare off into space when I'm thinking or daydreaming. Don't flatter yourself by thinking I'm staring at you if you happen to walk into my 'space.'

In all my struggles I've learned that I am strong, stronger than I ever thought I could be.
..unless you bust out a vacuum cleaner. I'm terrified of vacuum cleaners.

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