but, you can call me shell.
call me shelly, however, and we may exchange {not so nice} words.
no offense to any gals named shelly…i’ve just never been called that.anyways.
i’m five foot tall.
i’m rapidly approaching my mid-thirties.
and, i still don’t know what i want to be when i grow up. kind of.
{keep reading & you’ll understand why…}
my husband & i have known each other for what feels like forever.
we’ve been married for ten years.
we’ve been together for eighteen years. whoa.
our daughter is days away from her 11th birthday.
{yep, we put the cart before the horse. get over it.}
pre-tween angst sucks, y’all.
our son is eight. we recently decided to cut red dye out of his diet.
in case you’re wondering…
YES, i color my hair. often.
we have two boston terriers: frisco & buxton.
we also have three cats: betsy, keef & ziggy.
i’m currently in graduate school.
my end goal?
to become an elementary school teacher.
but, the closer i get to graduation, the more discouraged i feel.
i’m in love with the idea of being a life-long learner.
the thought has crossed my mind to just stay in school.
maybe i’ll get a second bachelors degree {in psychology}.
or, maybe i’ll finally pursue a masters in geography.
{my b.a. is in geography.}
as for everything else…
i love dark choclate.
a venti iced hazelnut breve coffee makes my world go ’round.
i prefer flip flops to heels.
i’m a novice knitter.
i’m trying hard to cut back on my coca-cola consumption.
i love watching hgtv.
i’m slightly obsessed with nail polish.
i drive a minivan.
i collect seashells.
baking makes me happy.
i am the world’s best procrastinator.
i’m blunt.
sometimes, you’ll have to take what i say with a grain of salt.
i can be your best friend.
but – cross me – and i can be your worst nightmare.
i don’t know.
it just came to me one day while on my space. yes, my space.
i chose the name for the alliteration.
besides, my nickname is shell & sometimes – when i’m very nervous – i stutter.
