What’s your biggest goal for 2011?
Feeling better about myself is a big one but more importantly, going to Hawaii. I didn't get my honeymoon for Christmas so, that's still on my to do list. I know, you're sick of hearing about it. I don't care. I want to go. Like, bad.
What are three songs on your “get pumped up” list?
When I hit the gym, I put my Pandora radio on Lady Gaga and I beat that beat up. Yes, I just quoted Jersey Shore. Yes, I do watch it. It's time I came clean, that ridiculous show is my guilty pleasure. It's Jersday people.
Do you prefer a night out at a bar or a night in with friends?
I've never been one to hit the bar scene but when I'm convinced, I always have a blast but if you give me a night in with a group of my best girlies, that's where I'm happiest. How much better could it get? My BFF's, a little vino, some Justin Bieber and maybe the Twilight saga. Perfect night in.
How much time on average do you spend blogging per day?
I can't reveal that, I might get fired.
If you could live in any time period, what would it be?
Well, sometime after electricity and running water would be good but London in the 1700-1800's just seems fascinating.
If you could drop everything and start over, what would you change?
I don't think I would. Sure, I've made some mistakes: kissed the wrong boys, got caught steeling, got speeding tickets, didn't study in school, smacked around my little bro, drank wine coolers at 17 and smoked cigs. But I don't do that stuff anymore. I'm a married old prude now and I love it.
Would you rather have a personal chef or a personal trainer?
Neither. I like to cook and I hate to work out so that settles that.
What’s your biggest pet peeve?
Sarcasm I can deal with, obviously.
Why did you start blogging?
I started following Weddingbee when I was planning my own wedding and it was a downward spiral from there. A slight
What is the worst job you’ve ever had?
When I was in high school, my first job ever was at Subway, but I can't say that I hated the job itself but if we're talking about lazy coworkers, shitty customers and a cranky boss, that's another story.
So, if you still want to be my friend after I answered all those questions, come on over. I've got some Riesling in the fridge that needs to be drank. Drunk? Drinked? Whatever, just get your ass here to party with me.