Hi, I'm a 24 year old Long Island raised lady who became a grown adult in Philly (aka: 7 years for undergrad and grad schooling), home of squished pretzels and 'brotherly' love. I've traveled over the northeast coast and even once to the Midwest for clinical rotations. I've just moved back to the Long Island suburbs to work a little (aka: pay off student loans...) while also studying for my Physical Therapy licensure exam/boards this winter.
I'm known to geek over anything anatomy or adaptive sports. You’ll find me stopping to pick flowers for my hair, living waist deep in my studies or spending the weekend cooking up a storm.
I'm an Aries and ENFJ by nature.
My favorites are fruit, artsy things, wearing aprons and sprawling down on the ground instead of actual chairs.
This is my place of inspirations, thoughts, and daily occurrences. Enjoy.
Apparently these are a "traditional Philadelphiaconfection that is not Irish and does not contain any potato, but is a cocoa powder and cinnamon covering over a white inside of coconut nougat made to look like a potato. It is a sweet treat, generally made up of some blend of coconut, confectioner’s sugar, cinnamon, vanilla, and milk or cream. The treats are about the size of a large marble and are especially popular around St. Patrick’s Day.”
(I learn these things only because I work at an Ice Cream Soda Fountain/Candy Store. The Pine Nuts are added for ‘Potato Eyes’)
Animal Christmas Tradition: Tie bows on all the animals
The Line Up:
Jazmin: 15 year old Jack Russell Terrier. My Baby and named after the princess in ‘Aladdin’ when I was five. She’s almost deaf and can’t see too well. She was born 1 day after my own birthday. She is mine. She sneezes, barks, shakes, hides and more on command. She’s also feeble and I had to say goodbye to her as if she might not be alive when I return again.
Skittles: Lazy, howling Beagle. Ears like velvet, but pain in the ass. The End.
Scout: The one eyed wonder cat. Adopted in High School. Incredibly long, incredibly cuddly, incredibly loved by all (even my father who ‘hates’ cats).