oh yea, and...

I don't know how I could have left out this dynamic duo:

my newest phase: UFOs

obsessions.

here are mine:

McDonald's iced coffee, Regular.
my recent caffeine fix. It's cheaper than Starbucks AND you don't to tip the barrista


Paris, obviously.
I miss this place. I'm hoping I will get a surprise trip for a one-year anniversary. HA!


Chagrin.
My hope is that this band returns to the scene, and not just because I have a thing for the guy in maroon.


Muse.
They sound nothing like Radiohead and I am, quite frankly, tired of haters comparing the two.


I drink this stuff like water.


Paul Newman.
He's badass and so is his salad dressing


It makes me regular. TMI?


Persians.
I am that crazy cat lady.


The Office. Mainly Jim and Pam's relationship.


cooking with aprons!


being engaged.


I am obsessed with wanting to be obsessed with the following in the future:

Golden Retrievers.
His name will be Morrison, and he will be ours.


I want to sew my own clothes and for other people. Maybe even for a little Chris or little Emily. ONE day...


and sow seeds to grow a garden.


being married. gay, I know.

rainbow brite

For some reason I started to think about my past dye jobs and realized I'm one highlight away from forgetting what my natural color really is.
I've compiled a few photographs to prove that my hair, despite its multiple personalities, has held up quite nicely. Although, being recognized is a benefit to maintaining the same hair color most of your life.

oops.

yes, this is me as a tot giving my best pose before our t-ball game. This is probably the only picture of me with natural hair. can you spot chunky little me?






HELLO BRUNETTE. I go big or go home.






nuff said. I'm tored.

arguments

a recent argument between me and Chris was over the number of humps in a lower case cursive "m."
I was right, it's 3-humped.

It's April 2, which means there is approximately 143 until our nuptials and I am ready, freddy.