May Day Numero Uno

I was stalking  reading Rylee's blog like usual, and came upon this Blog Every Day in May Challenge and thought, hmmm I should do that since everybody wants to know more about ME--that's why they look at MY blog isn't it?? Oh, I am so vain, so very, very VAIN. But in all seriousness, I'm going to attempt this challenge since I'm in a blogging rut, and most of my drafts begin with, "Me and Chris did this today..." or "I just want to quit school." To anyone who MAY (see what I did there?) be in a blogging rut, I invite you do the May Challenge with me! Oh, and by the way, I don't like day #2 and need to play catch-up anyway, so I'm going to just start with day #1 today. I am such a cheater... anyway, onwards!

Day One//My Life Story in 250 Words or Less (but who's counting?)

//Born in American Fork, Utah.  I was the first girl to come after 3 boys, so dad decided to trick everyone and put a blue hat on me—grandma was about in tears.

//Started switching jackets and dominating everyone at recess with Whitney in second grade— still friends to this very day.

//Grew up loving gymnastics, then discovered I really just loved the floor, so I ditched the bars and beam and started tumbling.

//Painful, awkward, and just downright embarrassing days of junior high—thick eyebrows, sweating, Aeropostale polos, bands like Good Charlotte and Simple Plan, and constantly trying to fit in. Does anyone else want to erase that time period from their life?!

//High school: Drove a POS green Hyundai Elantra, realized my best friends are my family, took an English class from a woman who changed my life, discovered the greatness that is Del Taco’s chili cheese fries, and cheered for the Timpanogos T-Wolves.

//Started at BYU with my heart set on one boy, then got set up on a blind date with another boy.

[insert an awkward 6 months of “we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend” + a day and a half break up here]

//Me and blind date boy got married.

//Currently enjoying the rest of eternity with each other one day at a time.

...and that's me.