I. Can’t. Believe. I’m. Doing. This.

I've never been the kind of girl who does things "just because everyone else is doing them." (I bet you're thinking, 'Wow, she must have been quite the popular one in junior high school!' But in all honesty, that mentality never appealed to me. I guess I always "moved to the beat of my own drum." (How much do you want to bet the person who coined that phrase was a HUGE nerd/goober?)


And for the record, I had a ton of friends in junior high school. So what that my class was made up of 11 kids? Eight girls and three boys to be exact. I was friends with each and every one of them and even went ahead to serve as President of the Eighth grade class. But is that really important now?


I'm going to dedicate this first post to my wonderfful friend (and Future He-Better-Propose-Soon Sister-in-law) Pamcakes. She's the one to blame for my newly inspired attempt to blog. By now I assume you're wondering why I've chosen the title "I Love You More Than Carrots." And in time, I promise to answer that.


Unfortunately, you're going to have to embrace my blog and follow me a little further into my ramblings to find out.