After having spent way too much time gathering, converting and uploaded images to include in this year-end blog post, I’ve decided to allow the pictures to do most of the talking. However, there are stories wrapped up in this year that need to be revisited. It all started on year ago when I drove home …
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It was 2 am on a Tuesday and I quietly tiptoed through the apartment, packing only the essentials. I had wanted to move to Nashville for a while, and my boyfriend was asleep in the next room. If he woke up, my whole plan would be ruined. By 3 am, my car was packed and I was on the road to a place 700 miles away. 12 hours or so later I would move in with a roommate I met on Craigslist, whom I had only talked to over the phone a few times.
The things I find interesting and entertaining confuse my family. I thank God for the internet because it satiates my need for the dumbest (or as I refer to them as the GREATEST) of musings. I may very well be addicted to memes (especially cat memes) and dad jokes. I try my hand at original …
Early in my songwriting I tended to stick to the truth. The first verse of First Kiss really does come close to accurately describing my first kiss. I was camping with my family and my parents usually took vacation around the same time as their friends. Their friends had two sons, one a year older …
Anyone who knows me knows that I love cats. I still remember being 5 years old and asking my parents for my first cat. That year, my parents woke me up early on Christmas (not the other way around somehow) and they directed me to open a very specific present, a present that had holes …
From the front seat of a Ford truck, or was it a Chevy, my parents and I listened to the radio. Country music of course. The first song I remember singing along to was Shackles and Chains by Patty Loveless. I had no idea what the song was about, but I sure loved to belt …
Since this website is barely born, I figured my first blog entry should be more about my own birthday, as I alluded to in the biography. I don’t remember much (or anything) about that day, but I have heard the story countless times. Early one fine Spring Friday morning, my mom called the doctor to …