Hey, fabulous you,
Glad you found your little 'ol self here.
5 Minutes for Mom is hosting a party, and I am taking part. The goal of this par-ta is to get to know other bloggers. So, grab yourself some salsa, pull up the brown chair that a certain three-year-old decorated with pink nail polish, and let’s get down to it, shall we?
Tidbits about me.
I'm Amy, Amy Lauren, but my birth certificate says Amy Loraine, a mishap my parents find completely normal.
If you walked up my sidewalk, you might hear this blaring out our front window. It’s okay, drop what you are carrying and dance. The neighbors are used to outside dancing because sometimes I lock my husband out of the house and refuse to let him in until he dances. Some call it mean, I call it sweet delight.
I adore words. They fly around my head and clog up my heart.
I blog about ways to give in the everyday, and our family’s struggle in moving away from our me, me, me attitudes. I also like to flood readers with practical ways to get involved in the community and the world. Sometimes these ways involve bras. Who knew helping others could involve bras? Oh, and I’m writing a nonfiction book about serving as a family.
I lived in a pink house once. It stood where Michigan and Canada leaned so close they kissed, but now, somehow, I live in the South. This means my kids try to say things like yonder, but don’t worry, I correct them.
Technology and I aren't exactly close, but I just started crushing on Twitter. However, Twitter parties scare me. Invite me and I'm sure to embarass you.
I married my high school prom date, even though he showed up an hour and a half late for the dance.
I also write about dreams, the ones we keep locked in the back of our hearts, and I discuss what happens when we dig deep and find the courage to step out and live those dreams.
I refuse to eat at restaurants which advertise with cartoon animals, not because I don’t like cartoons or because I don’t like animals. I just think eating and cartoon animals make an odd mix.
And now, because I am afraid I’ve turned into that person who talks incessantly about themselves, but forgets to ask questions about you, please, tell me something about you, your blog, or your life. Oh, and to all my regular readers, phu-lease stay. Tell me something I don't know about you.
Thanks for stopping by. I can tell I like you already.