And I'm Rambling Again...

Things you may or may not know about me...

I have a strange fascination with prison shows. I don't know what it is, but I will watch any and all shows that have to do with prison. It simply amazes me how different states run their correctional institutions, and how successful some have been with "rehabilitating" prisoners.

I cannot cook to save my life. How sad is that? I mean, I could probably follow a boxed cake mix recipe if I had to, but beyond that I'm helpless. And I think cakes is baking not cooking, right? I can heat up soup, make toast, microwave meals, and fix a mean bowl of cereal. Sometimes I think I should take classes to learn how to cook, but then I remember I would be hard-pressed to find time for another extracurricular activity.

I wish I knew how to knit. I've tried to teach myself a few times, and I suck. I even bought a "Knitting for Dummies" book and I still can't do it. Who wants to teach me?

I used to collect My Little Ponies. Ok, I say "used to" because I haven't bought one in a long time, but I do still hold quite a large collection. They remind me of my childhood and a happy, innocent time in my life. No judgy eyes! ;)

I love my dogs...a lot. Because my mom was there when I rescued both of them, I worry that if I lose them, I'll lose one of my last remaining connections to my mom. How ridiculous is that?

I have a musical obsession. I'm sure if you even slightly know me, you could name my top two artists...as well as my favorite songs by them.

I miss a lot of people, a lot of the time. I hate that some of the people I'm closest to live so far away. But it makes our time together that much sweeter, and I couldn't ask for a greater group of friends in my life.

I hate clowns. HATE. There is NOTHING funny or amusing about a clown. I hope Water for Elephants doesn't have too many clowns. Otherwise, the movie will be ruined for me.

I need a passport. I didn't lose my passport in a strip club or anything, I just need to get one.

Daniel Tosh always make me laugh. I can be having the worst day, but I throw on an old episode of Tosh and I'm giggling within minutes. He rocks my socks.

I love memories. I love laughing, crying, reminiscing about memories with friends. I love when my friends and I retell the same story over and over and still find it funny. I love being able to finally remember all the good memories of my mom. The idea of developing something like Alzheimer's and losing all my memories terrifies me.

A year ago today, I saw Marcus Foster for the first time...