Dirty little details

                            

Photo: Danielle Brady Photography

Here are some quick and dirty details about Moi!  You're in for a real treat because I am in one of those moods where I would tell you anything.  Try not to fall off the edge of your seat.

I am very misunderstood.  Sarcasm is my first language, and I rarely pass up and opportunity to say something snarky if I think someone can handle it.  I would be mortified though if I ever truly hurt someones feelings.  If you are offended easily I am probably not the girl you want to hang out with.

I moved to Florida once for a short time because I said I was going to and when the girls I thought were coming with me bailed I went anyways.  Not for any reason other than I said I was so I did.  I had just broken up with my boyfriend and thought why the hell not.  I also talked to my now husband almost every single day I was there.  Thats where our acquaintance turned to real friendship.

I have an embarrassing amount of shoes.  When we built our house my husband surprised me with built in cabinets and a shoe wall, with french glass doors... we also have a chandelier we haven't had installed yet.  He is the Mr. Big to my Carrie.  If you don't get what I just said stop right here and go watch the Sex and the City movie.

My wedding shoes cost as much as my dress (minus the added accessories and veil).  I actually knew the shoes I wanted before I chose a dress.  Only a real shoe girl would understand.

I cry sometimes while I am alone.  Sometimes about something silly like the house not being clean, or I look at my sleeping baby and can't for the life of me figure out how I got so lucky.  I get to thinking about my Dad or my niece Charlee and it stops me dead in my tracks.  I am usually in my car when the emotions get the best of me.  Yet I am emotionally inappropriate.  I laugh when I am uncomfortable, it is my defense mechanism.

The ladies I call my friends, the people I would have lunch with alone are the most interesting, hilarious, authentic and original women I know.  If I would spend a couple hours of baby free time with you then you know you're in.  No one likes a knock off so if you can't come original then stay your ass home.

I hate to pay full price for anything.  If I buy something I usually have had my eye on it and stalk the sales.  My dream job would be a personal shopper.

I have 30,320 unread emails on my phone.  I don't even have a good excuse for how that happened it just did.

I felt my son was a boy from the moment I knew I was pregnant.  I was afraid to tell anyone that because I didn't want to be wrong or feel silly for being so sure.  In some weird way I just knew I was meant to be his Mama.

I get my love of fine china from my mom.  I always loved hers growing up and now I have my own for Christmas and everyday use.  Our everyday dishes have platinum on them which infuriates my husband because he can't microwave leftovers on them.  Not sorry.  And yes I will drink my $10 wine out of crystal please and thanks.

I used to use tanning beds like crazy.  So crazy I was unrecognizable.  A true tanorexic.  When I started working at the hospital when I was 21 I became obsessed with not getting skin cancer and haven't tanned since.  I get a screening done every year now but I still have so much regret for doing that to myself.

Phew, glad I got all those skeletons out of the closet.  Have a happy Christmas week everyone!! I am planning to hit up a barre class tomorrow and get a manicure to take the edge off because it is about to get cray around here, three parties in five days over here at the Varney house!!! Say a little prayer for me!