The voice inside my head has a southern accent. I technically "grew up" in the south, but that was like 17 years ago, and my actual southern accent is long gone. But I find it trying to sneak out when I'm blogging, and I have to shut it down, because you can only say ya'll when you're legit southern.

In college, I thought I wanted to be an elementary school teacher. When I started having my own kids, I quickly realized there ain't no way I could cut it. Teachers are saints, I am not.

I have a deep love for Chick-Fil-A. Like I could eat it multiple times a week and not get sick of it. Not that I’ve ever done that before. And the Chick-Fil-A workers definitely don’t know be by name.I have an equally deep love for McDonald’s Diet Coke. It’s just the best. Period.

I love food, but hate to cook. Unless it’s baking. Because baking equals treats or bread.
Both of which are very important to me. 

I played basketball in High School, and still have nightmares that I show up to practice without my shoes. Which would have pretty much been the worst thing ever.

I’m the oldest of 5, and totally own that role. Which basically means I’m extra bossy. And very slightly opinionated.

The beach is my happy place, but I live smack dab in the middle of the country. 

Country music is my jam. I know every word of every Tim McGraw song. And my list of favorite country music artists is way too long. I love them all.