one.

A new year. A new decade. A new blog.

I suppose that I should use this first entry to set the stage of my life at present. Isn’t that what you do when you start a blog? It’s what I do whenever I start a new written journal.

Does anyone do that anymore? Write with their hands?

I turned 24 last month and got married in August to, hands down, the most wonderful man on this earth. His name is Dan and I love him deeply. I work at the local CBS affiliate producing the noon and 5pm newscasts for a laughably low wage, though I can’t complain, because I am doing what I love while putting my very expensive college degree to use. Everyday I strive to become the woman who God has called me to be, and I’m slowly learning to accept the fact that I am prone to make mistakes and that the world goes on if I screw up. My favorite foods are sushi, pickles, and Diet Coke. I could probably survive off of those three items until I died, and wouldn’t get tired of any of them. Sarcasm, cynicism, inappropriate jokes, and regrettable word vomit spew from my mouth on in-numerous occasions, and I try and pass that off as something “endearing” and/or “charming.”

I think you can figure out the rest.

My hometown saw snow today. It snowed in central Florida today. Snow. Frozen precipitation. In Daytona Beach, Florida.

Being a Florida girl through and through, I can’t think of anything I despise more than cold weather. Except maybe terrorists. But even they live where it doesn’t snow.

And it starts.