Since I'm a newbie, get to know me...

Hey all! Figured since I'm still pretty new to the blogging world, it'd make sense to let everyone know some random things about me. Found this on a few blogs. Just a little something fun. Enjoy:


A - Age: 21
B - Bed size: A full, for now. Yes... Justin and I sleep on a full size bed, together, with the dogs. (Well lately just me... ). It works, promise. New bed is priority on our list, trust me.
C - Chore you hate: Cleaning the litter box, cleaning the bathroom.
D - Dog's name: Sadies (12 yr old Auss Shep mix) and Hustler (6 month old Germ Shep/Rott mix).
E - Essential start your day item: Ice cold water. My morning just doesn't seem right without it.
F - Favorite color: Pink, of course.
G - Gold or Silver or Platinum: Silver, or platinum. I hate gold, actually.
H - Height: 5'8".
I - Instruments you play: Sadly, none. I never really had the patience to learn. Tried to learn piano when I was younger. Didn't go too well.
J - Job title: Let's not even get into my job...
K - Kid(s): None, yet. But we're definitely going to have a couple in the future. I adore kids.
L - Living arrangements: Apartment, 2 bedrooms; just Justin, myself, the dogs and cat.
M - Mom's name: Elizabeth June (hence my name, April).
N - Nicknames: Ape, Grape, Babe, Baby (of course).
O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Got my tonsils out when I was 6. It was a nightmare. Other than that, not since then.
P - Pet Peeve: Slow/bad drivers is one of my biggest, along with stuck-up people.
Q - Quote from a movie: "I just need you to stop being nice to me, unless you're gonna marry me"- from She's Just Not That Into You.
R - Right handed or left handed: Righty.
S - Siblings: Two, both younger. Sister is 20, brother is 12.
T - Time you wake up: 4:30am on work days (eww, right?), and on days off, no specific times.
U- Underwear: What about them? My favorite are from the PINK line at Victoria's Secret. I l-o-v-e them!
V - Vegetable you dislike: Radishes, and cabbage (red). SO gross.
W - Ways you run late: What ways do I not run late? I'm horrible.
X - X-rays you've had: Leg, teeth, back... I think that's it.
Y - Yummy food you make: I like to think it's all delicious ;)
Z - Zoo favorite: Polar Bears! They are the cutest things ever!

Now it's crunch time. I've got two important final papers that BOTH have to be finished in less than two weeks. And they're completely opposite of each other. Even the style. One's MLA and one's APA. One's for English, one's for Business. Ugh. Let's hope my brain doesn't give way like an avalanche. I already feel it happening. Stress + already-crazy-busy-life = a disaster!

Oh, and to top it all off, my math final is in less than two weeks as well. So, gotta squeeze some study and tutor time in there. Eeek. Brains should have some sort of switch. We should be able to store certain information in certain parts, and switch back and forth, only remembering what we NEED to at that time.

I'm gonna need a vacation after this semester! Is there a such things as a free vacation? You know, the kind you don't have to pay for? That's the only kind I'll be able to take. A girl can dream, right.

Can't I just hire a maid?

Ahh, house cleaning day. If the mood strikes, I'll clean my whole house and enjoy it. Any other time, not so much. (The mood usually doesn't strike). Don't get me wrong; I LOVE a clean house. I just don't like being the one that has to do it. Cleaning = not my idea of woo-hoo fun time. Matter or fact, I should have already started. Instead I'm blogging of course. I'll start after I write. Sounds good to me.

When I was younger and still lived at home, we had chores. I'm sure many of you did as well. Let me just tell you, though... your chores were nowhere as brutal as mine. I'm talking brutal, man. Picture this: me, ten years old. (Yeah, I was a cutie...). Every Friday was slavechore day. A day I DREADED. Actually, I purposely came home late from school a couple of times just so maybe I could get out of doing them. Never worked. So here I am, ten years old. Vacuuming the whole house. Dusting the entire house. Cleaning my/my sister's bathroom. Picking up the gross dog poop outside. You name it, I helped clean it. (What's not fair now, is that my little brother is eleven... and he's never had to any chores! I always give him the "when I was your age..." story. He just laughs and says "haha". He feels no sympathy).

And that grueling ritual went on until I was about seventeen. And that's only because I packed up my shit and said "peace". But that's another story. So naturally this would be the reason why to this day, house cleaning just isn't my favorite thing to do. I was talking to Justin this morning on the phone...

Him: So, you're gonna clean the house today, huh? So the next time I come home, it'll look nice for me? (He says it in a slightly cute, motivating way).

Me: I sure am! I'm going to clean the entire house. Gonna get started in a few minutes. Well, actually, going to clean for a few hours. So, whatever I can get done. Gotta shower and get ready for tonight.

Him: Oh okay, as long as you get some of it done. It really needs it, especially the carpet because Sadies' has been shedding a lot.

Me: Oh I know, I agree. (long pause). Wait, babe, I have a question...

Him: Yeah?

Me: Why can't we just hire a maid? Then I wouldn't have to clean. That's always been a dream of mine...

Him: (laughing). Because maids cost money. Why would I hire a maid when we have you to do it for free?

Now, this is true. But the idea of having someone else do my dirty work sounded GREAT. Oh well, worth a try. I have to admit, I was kinda bummed. Thought maybe he'd consider it a little bit. ... Funny thing, too. I've got all the cleaning supplies known to man. It's some sort of wierd obsession that makes no sense, since I despise cleaning and all. Walking into a store and seeing a sale on cleaning supplies makes me excited. Oh, and If I've got a coupon... watch out! Go figure. Take a look:

This is in my hall closet. You can't tell, but the shelf goes FAR back, and it's FULL of cleaning stuff. Also if you can't tell, almost every scent of Glade and Febreeze, too. And that's nothing; I've got cleaners stashed under my kitchen and bathroom sinks as well. Call me crazy...

Okay, I'm sure you're wondering if I'm actually going to get up and at 'em and clean the house. After thinking about it long and hard... yeah, I am. Dammit. Better crank the music. The only way to make it better is to sing and dance while doing it.