How we met.

If I was married, this would be the post where I wrote all about my passionate love for my husband, how we met, how he proposed, and all those elaborate mushy details. But hey! Good thing I'm not married, or else I would be really awkward writing about all of that.

However, there is a special someone in my life. Someone that I fall asleep next to every night, and someone I wake up to every morning. He listens to me when I have problems, and he is so understanding. And most importantly, he never talks back or gives me any attitude. His name? Wow, don't rush me. I'll tell the story the way I want to. He has dark features, athletic build, and dark eyes that can just pierce through your soul. Ya, he is younger than me, but age is just a number, right? But sometimes things get awkward. He is really clingy and always needs my attention. He gets so jealous when I talk to other guys, even when I just talk to my friends. Sometimes he wants to cuddle and I am not in the mood at all! He demands so much of my time, and I always have to feed him. I mean, I guess I new this was coming when I bought him, but still. Puppies can be so demanding! But we get by - I just love him so much. And he loves me. I'm such a lucky girl.

Oh ya, his name you ask? Nash. Nashykins Waddell.

Anywho, enough about that. I get so uncomfortable when I talk about my feelings. I bet it makes you a little uncomfortable too. Enough is enough. Let me tell you a few little tid bits of information. I feel like this is going to be vital to our future relationship. I can't just tell you all my stories on our second blog date without letting you get to know me first. I'm a respectable young lady!

I come from the seed of Roy and Susan Waddell. Fantastic people if you must know. I'd like to say they are the cool parents that all the neighbor kids like to kick it with. There is a little sister as well. But she could beat me up, and she could beat you up too. Well, you would think that, but she wouldn't do that to you. Its awkward when my friends come over and just want to cuddle with Julie instead of hang out with me. It's even worse when they don't even want to come inside if my dad isn't home. ....Thanks homies. I have a big bro too. He is kind of like my idol and is the best member of our family.

I love the beach. Especially when I go to the beach and my friends hop on a jetski with a stranger and don't come back for 45 minutes. I love going out to dinner. I love brownies. I know, I already said that but you need to understand it. It's important to me, and I think it should be important to you as well. I love movies and I love going to the movies. One time I went to the movies and laughed so hard that I spit my soda allll over the girl in front of me. Oh, I love purple! I love it so much that I was not only willing but extremely eager to be the purple GAY telletubbie for Halloween one year. I love friends. One more thing I love - pictures.

I hate mushrooms. I hadn't really even tried a mushroom until a couple weeks ago, but they've always grossed me out. My friend talked me into trying one the other day, and my fears were confirmed - I hate them. I also don't like it when people confuse your and you're. That bugs me. I don't like to wake up early. I'll do it if I have to though. I don't like weird textured foods. I don't like dishonesty - but who does?! I don't like traffic. In fact, I loathe traffic. I also loathe the Lakers. Ew. Gross. But let us not dwell too much on these things. They aren't as important.

Are you bored yet? I sure hope not. Tomorrow I will have a story for you. Pinky promise...