I got bored. This is the result. Enjoy!
A is for Allie. That’s my name.
B is for baking. It’s one of my favorite things to do.
C is for California. I lived there from the time I was three until I was nine and a half. I remember I liked it there — We lived in San Jose, and it’s absolutely beautiful there — but I don’t think I’d like to move back. It’s a great vacation spot, but I think my heart is really in Tennessee.
D is for Denise. She’s my oldest friend. We both started kindergarten when we were four, and we were in the same first grade class. We’ve known each other since we were five (or sixteen years in September). Denise still lives in California, half an hour away from where my family used to live. She’s one of my favorite people in the world, and I miss her very much.
E is for Elizabethtown. It’s one of my favorite movies — Cameron Crowe can do no wrong as far as I am concerned — and it holds an extra special place in my heart because it features a stretch of I-65 with which I am very familiar.
F is for French, la langue qui je parle. I spent five weeks in Chicoutimi, Quebec completing my minor in French, and I had an amazing time.
G is for girlfriends. I have a lot of them, the majority of whom are my sorority sisters. I love spending time with the girls!
H is for happy. Because I am.
I is for Indiana. My family moved to Indianapolis the summer between fourth and fifth grade. I only claim it from fifth grade until my senior year. I mean, it’s hard to think of somewhere as home when you’re only there for three and a half months a year. It’s a nice enough place, especially if you like flat topography, corn and soybean fields, racing (as in the Indy 500 and Brickyard 400), basketball, and fried food. It’s just not for me; I have some good memories of living here, and I like coming back to see my parents, but generally speaking, I am very grateful that come May, I will no longer be a legal resident of this state.
J is for Jackson. That’s where I live in Tennessee. It’s not the most glamorous or populous or fabulous city in Tennessee, but it suits me just fine. My college is there, my sisters are there, and as long as those two things are there, so is my heart. Cheesy but true.
K is for Kentucky, the bluegrass state. That’s where I was born. I am, indeed, an Army brat. Kind of. Does it count when you move AFTER your dad leaves the Army? We’ll go with that.
L is for love. I’m a firm believer in it.
M is for “marry a music man.” That’s part of a line from “Tiny Dancer” by Elton John, and I’m fairly convinced it’ll happen. In all seriousness (not to say that previous statement isn’t serious), I love music and would seriously consider using my PR degree (You know, the one I’m getting in May.) to promote good, local, hardworking musicians who deserve much more credit than they get. Unless they turn out to be completely nutso like Britney Spears, in which case, you’re on your own.
N is for November, my birth month.
O is for O-Town. They are my boy band of choice and my first concert. (Side note: Besides O-Town, the only other musical acts I have seen in concert are Ingram Hill and a handful of Christian rock bands. Kind of a weird combination of things.)
P is for purple. It’s been my favorite color since I can remember.
Q is for quiet. Although no one would probably believe me, I was an exceptionally quiet child, particularly in the classroom.
R is for rock n roll. When I was little, my mama watched a lot of MTV (back in the 1980, that is), and I used to rock out to Guns N Roses, Warrant, all of that. Some might say that their videos are probably not toddler appropriate, and I’m not arguing, but I appreciate it. And it’s kind of awesome. Think about it: Allie, age two, rocking out to Aerosmith in the living room. It happened.
S is for Snuggle. On my first birthday, my parents bought me a teddy bear, and after seeing commercials for Snuggle fabric softener, I decided to name my teddy bear Snuggle. He’s basically my favorite thing in the world, and I still sleep with him every night.
T is for Tennessee, the greatest state out of all fifty of ‘em. That’s where I live. It’s my favorite, hands down.
U is for underwear. Too many people have seen me in mine … and not on purpose. Not that I’m the kind of girl to show her underwear on purpose, of course, but it’s happened. All I can say is that the pest control guy? Should learn to knock.
V is for voiture. That’s the French word for car. I made sandwiches for an entire summer to buy my teeny tiny Saturn. I love my little Satty Satty Boo Boo Bear. It’s been very good to me, despite a little drama this summer, and currently looks like it survived a battle against Mother Nature and a salt truck, thanks to the sudden onslaught of snow and ice.
W is for winner. I’m very competitive, and I like to win. Fortunately, I usually do. And when I don’t, it’s totally not a big deal.
X is for x-ray, obviously. I once was taking an antibiotic, doxycycline, that began to erode my esophagus, so I had to get an upper gastrointestinal x-ray, which is a) not fun and b) disgusting. Mm … barium.
Y is for yellow. My sophomore year, I lived with four girls, and one of their mamas used to say that nobody looks good in yellow, but I beg to differ. Yellow is a-okay with me.
Z is for zebra print. I am obsessed.
