
Since this blog of mine is fairly new I decided I would give a little introduction of myself with a few random facts. Here it goes:
1. I have 4 sisters and I care about each of them more then I think anyone could fathom... They are my best friends, and my best support group.
2. Speaking of support group.... My parents are out of this world when it comes to my fan club. Without out a doubt they would be there for each and everyone one of my school performances, dance recitals, tumbling events, plays.. you name it. I think my dad should get a trophy for sitting through 10 hour long dance competitions on a regular basis. And if my mom caught wind of me being interested in something.. she didn't question it, she encouraged me to reach for the stars and do what my heart felt right. I have her to thank for all the tumbling classes, Piano lessons (that I sadly wanted to quit after 5 months), dance classes, extracurricular activities.. the whole shebang. I'm pretty blessed when it comes to the parent category ;)
3. I have known Derick Kenneth Cox since the 6th grade... but I haven't exactly always been fond of him. In fact, 9th grade called for some hard feelings towards him. He's cute, but much too full of himself. Is it necessary to be that flirty with every girl?? Does he really think he is that cool? Stop talking, the teacher is trying to teach the class. He thinks he is soooo funny. Ok, Ok.. I was one of those people. Embarrassing. Who knew that a year later he would win my heart over. I actually fought it for a few months before I could openly admit to myself that I liked him. Turns out he is that cool, and he is that funny. Derick always says that maybe I was just jealous that I wasn't his friend in 9th grade. Secretly, I think he might be right. Shhh ;)
4. My supposed doppelgänger is Scarlett Johansson. Believe me, I have googled image after image of her and I don't see it in the slightest, but after being approached by more strangers I can count on both of my hands who have said something to the extent of "Me and my friends have been discussing for the past 10 minutes about how you look exactly like Scarlett Johansson. Has anyone told you this before?" I can't exactly ignore it.
5. I am a very very strong believer that everything happens for a reason.
6. I have no self control when it comes to sweets. It's a miracle I have still yet to get a cavity.
7. I am obsessed with the color turquoise. Going to the store is pretty typical. "Derick!! I need this!" "... You only want that because it is turquoise. Do you even know what it is?" "...no." Ya, welcome to my life.
8. I am obsessed with love. I'm one of those creeps who cries my eyes out over a stranger's love story that I read online, or watched on T.V..
9. 2 words: Baby Hungry. I have been since I was old enough to hold a baby doll and pretend it was real. Now that I am married and the realization that starting a family is very near in my future (as in 2-5 years), it is has been magnified by 100%. If Derick loses me in a store chances are he can find me in the baby clothes section picking out the outfits I would, or wouldn't buy for our imaginary child.
10. Growing up It was probably very common for my parents and sisters to think, God bless the soul who someday marries Caitlin. I have a temper, I'm a spaz, I like things to be done my way, I am way too irritable, I'm a clean freak (unless it is my own mess, then it doesn't phase me) -- The first step to fixing a problem is recognizing it's there, right? And now it is my turn to think God bless Derick for marrying me. He is so good to me, and every day I realize that I love him more than I ever thought possible.
11. I'm a country girl. Growing up you would probably find me running through fields, playing in cow corals, floating in the irrigation ditch (this thought now makes my skin crawl. Gross!), or running around on top of haystacks. Growing up in the middle of nowhere surrounded by acres and acres of never ending land was good for me. I look back on my childhood and I can't help but think it was the best. ;)
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