So. My name's Elizabeth, and I'm 22 (23 in February!). I was recently married on November 3rd of this year. We tied the knot and tied it tightly! His name is Allen and he's the dryer to my washer. Water to my cup. Shower curtain to my shower (I've tried showering w/o one and it's just not a pretty sight). So, you get the idea that he's pretty much the bees knees. We dated for 4 years and one month to the day, and I don't regret a single day w/ him.
I was born in Forth Worth, Texas. I grew up in Everman and met the greatest chick ever! Her name's Huong (pronounced Hong) and she's been my best friend since the last day of 3rd grade when we met. I remember the days that we would talk on the phone. I'm talking literal days. We would wake up, call eachother, talk ALL day, eat all 3 meals as well as snacks, take potty breaks, fall asleep talking and the wake up to talk more. We were inseperable! We've grown up and separation is eminent but we deal. She was the Maid of Honour in my wedding.
I technically have 6 brothers and 1 sister, all older. I say technically bc I'm only blood with 3 boys and the sister. Carrie was always my hero, she's kind of faded from the lime light as of late. That's another story for another day. She's 34, married and has a daughter, Anna Sophia.
Jeff (blood) is my hero. If it weren't for his constant pushing, I wouldn't have made it through high school. I was dealing with a lot of family drama. He's 34 as well. Married to Laura, and has 2 amazing kids, Trenton (almost 15) and Savannah (almost 6). I love this family so much and would wither and die if there was a falling out between us.
Joey(blood) is 30 and hates me, or so it would seem, so I really don't know what's going on with him.
Robert(blood) is 30(if he's alive) and an addict. Well, he was an addict when I last saw him, but that's been about 2 years, after we kicked him out. He was stealing from us, lying to us. In other words, he was being an addict. I'm really sad to not know him anymore.
Mickey (step) is my Fathers Wifes son. I've met him twice and he and his wife are awesome. Very down to earth people, but that's about all I know.
Dave(step) is my Dad's son. He's about, 35 I believe and amazing. He's a Master Sgt. in the Air Force, as well as Assistant Fire Chief. He's married to Kathy and they have a 17 year old son, Vance. They live in Florida and we all hate it! I can't wait for him to retire in 2 and a half years so they can move close again! He's my brother. Unless giving the technical details, I say he's my brother... period. Ever since he met me, he's called me his little sister. I LOVE THAT!!
Jack (step) is Dave's 31 year old brother. He's cool, and nice. Has 2 kids, Riley and Colton and is married to Kristine. Otherwise, I know very little about him. He's on his 3rd marriage and I really hope this one sticks. It would be nice.
I love music. Growing up, music and books were my life. I wish I were kidding. I've been a singer since I could talk and I have no shame! My life goal was to study Opera at UNT and go on to be some big famous Opera Singer. My tiny goal is still to sing (even it's to myself) on the stage of the Bass Hall in Downtown Fort Worth. I never did go to UNT or sing Opera. I'm a loser. I throw up at auditions. 'Nuff Said. I currently listen to all music. At this particular minute I'm listening to The Black Eyed Peas, a minute ago it was John Mayer. Earlier in the post I was on Ella Fitzgerald, then it moved to Death Cab for Cutie and All Time Low. I'm all over the place. Allen's a rap boy, but I must admit, his Ipod has thoroughly shocked me.
I cook. I went to Culinary School in Denver. The main reason I chose that particular school was the trip. We lived in France for a month. Ever since I was about 5 years old and saw my first black and white film, based in Paris, it has been my goal to go. I made it there. School was the hardest thing I've been through. My emotions, brain, and self worth were tested every day at that school. Chef Andy knew how to rip you into a million pieces. There were more than several occasions that I almost quit. I stuck with it though and excelled in France. I took 4 years of French. I've been training for this my whole life! The first 3 days were spent in Paris, and I probably walked 20 miles or more in 2 of those days. Some of the guys and I decided to thoroughly explore, and boy did we!! I also got drunk for my very first time there. It was quite an experience. Not to mention the fact that I spoke better French when drunk... weird! :) The next 2 weeks were spent living in apartments with 1 or 2 other people. We lived in Avignon, in the Provencal region. I was in love. I lived in the most BEAUTIFUL apartment with Kimberly and Jill. They were both 35 and 40. I was a youngster compared to them!! We went to school Tuesday through Saturday at L'Universite du Vin. Chef Michel Recerveux was our teacher, and I was in AWE! He's in his 60's and considered a Master Chef. After those 2 weeks were all sent to our Stage (Stah-zhe) where we worked for 2 weeks. I worked with Chef Jon Chiri at Chateau de Masillon. It was a castle from the 1400's that had been converted into a hotel. I picked fresh herbs daily and helped to create the evenings menu. I was his pastry chef for the most part and that really made me love pastry even more. If I hadn't been with Allen, I would have given up on school and stayed there. The ladies who owned the apartments told me I could stay for free if I wanted to stay. The apartment, by the way, was a converted Servents Quarters above some stables. The stables had been converted to apartments as well. This building has been in their family since the 1500's. It was haunted, too. :)
Currently, I'm a waitress at a restaurant called Black Eyed Pea. I worked there during High School and loved it. I came back 7 months ago and am now looking to get into management. One of the managers is currently giving me a glimpse of everything by teaching me how to close the store. I can't wait. I'm hoping to manager here for atleast a year, mayber 2 then move on to somewhere more high end, then somewhere higher. Then, I would love to climb the company ladder.
I'm a part time knitter and sewer. I've taught my self some embroidery and looking to teach myself how to use my sewing machine. I'm dying to make my own pillows and skirts, etc. Luckily, my mother instilled in me an appreciation for things made by hand with love. My Aunt makes quilts. A quilt from her was the only present I actually wanted for my wedding. I could have done w/o the place settings and gift cards because I had her quilt. Sadly, the few hand made things I've given away have been met with lukewarm thanks. Though, Trenton's beanie was a huge hit! Allen's and my first Christmas while dating, I turned a pen for him on the wood lathe at my moms house. The second Christmas, I made him a blanket. He cherishes both. :) In fact, because he's a wuss, he's sleeping with a sheet, The Quilt(yes, in capitals!) and his blanket. I on the other hand sleep under the sheet and half under The Quilt. I'm too hot blooded.
Alright, I have to admit, I LOVE children!! I'm hooked on children. I've loved babies since I was a wee one myself! I worked in a day care in Denver and it was AMAZING. If it weren't for the cheap wages, I'd have made it my life's work. Now, I just live vicariously through others who have children. Plus, as a waitress, I get to spoil kids all the time. Though, I must admit, I'm really only partial to well behaved children. My mom raised 5 kids to be good in a restaurant. Sure, we'd play, but there was no running around the table, throwing food, yelling and screaming or being rude to the server. Those children make me sad, bc that means they have parents who don't care what kind of person they grow up to be. Well, that's my opinion at least. Anyway, to sum it all up.. I have BABY FEVER!!! I kid you not. Especially since the wedding, there has not been a day that passes w/o me wishing for a child. Funny thing about that though, I don't want a kid yet. Physically I'm dying for one. Mentally and emotionally, I'm NOT ready. Allen and I have lived together for 2 years now, yes, we're settled but we've JUST gotten married. I want to be newlyweds for awhile. I want to share married firsts before we share family firsts. Plus, I want to get some experience under my belt, before I get knocked up. (I'm southern, shoot me) I know Allen's going to be an amazing dad. He's such a goofball, but so loving and attentive. Our kid is going to be so lucky to be related to that man.
Ok, so I've pretty much written a short story here. I've skipped several parts of my life, such as Jr High (Central JH) and High School (First Trinity(My dream school) then Brewer(my nightmare)), but I'll get to those later.
I'll leave you all with this little bit of wisdom:
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit. 
— Peter Ustinov
He's definitely my endless habit. But PLEASE, don't think I'm one of those sad women who can't do anything w/o her man in tow. I love him, he loves me. We complete each other. We have our own lives. I have my friends, he has his and we have ours. I'm just really hooked on him. :)
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