Ally, Exposed

So I'm not real familiar with the whole blog thing. Yeah, I've perched over Becca's shoulder and added my two sense every now and then, but I have never been the lone author. So please, hold my hand as I take my first steps into the blogosphere.

Usually I don't like to leak too much info about myself. I like to have some mystery. I like to keep people guessing and wondering. As the wise Pee Wee Herman said, "There's a lot of things about me that you don't know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand. You don't want to get mixed up with a guy like me. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." However, I decided that I need to get into blogging more and I figured what better way than this tag thing. I won't divulge too much info though, remember, it's all in the mystery.

1. I have a thing for cowboys. A serious thing! Those cowboy butts totally drive me nuts. It's something about the combo of dusty boots, shiny belt buckles, bulging biceps and sweaty Stetsons that makes my heart race. Any guy that can ride a bull named Fu Manchu gets an A in my book. I've always secretly wanted to be the girl who wears the boots with the short skirt, rides in the middle seat of the truck with my cowboy's arm around me, singing Brad Paisley as we drive off down the dirt road. Oh, and I like to get mud on the tires.

2. I despise birds and squirrels. In fact, there is not a word in all of Websters that can describe the level of hatred I have for these mangy little mammals. Hating birds stems back to my dark 5th grade years. This was the time when I was labeled the "bully," had a little bit of a weight problem, and wore an oversized, bright red puffy coat (ironically like the one I wear to this day), and gigantic gold-rimmed glasses. I was walking home BY (not with), a boy I had a huge crush on. I was trying to be all cute and coy and working up the courage to talk to him. When all of a sudden, splat! A bird toto'd on me, right down the front of my chubby girl coat. Talk about salting a girl's game. Needless to say, he didn't find me all that cute after that.
As for hating squirrels, well you would too if they hopped in the shower with you.

3. I love rum balls. In fact, I love all rum flavored things. Cake, cookies, ice cream, water, medicine, etc. Growing up my family would make a trip to SLC to go school/birthday/Christmas shopping several times a year. After a long day in Gap Kids we would head to Schmidts Bakery (lucky for you it is still in business, 6E and 21S) where my mom would get us each our own rum ball so as to make sure that we all developed the same love for rum balls that she had. Well mom's idea worked and now I crave those things fort nightly. Just a couple of years ago we discovered that they are made with real rum, and a healthy portion of it too. Thanks for the addicition mom.

4. I am the world's fastest chicken pecker typer. I literally have no concept of where to place my hands on the keyboard. I peck around with the tips of my pointer fingers. I even do the cross over thing, and I'm dang good at it too. Remember back in elementary in computer class when you learned the important keyboard fundamentals? Well I skipped over that crap cause I couldn't wait to play Oregon Trail!

5. This one is near and dear to my heart. I have a sick love and admiration for crude, redneck humor. Larry the Cable Guy is my idol. Yeah, that's right, I like dirty humor, so sue me.

"Git R Done!"