A blog! I have been talking about creating my own blog, well, for too long. And since one of my favorite sayings is, "I do what I want." I figure it is time to get off the pot and just simply start.
Perhaps the best place to start is explaining 'hotpokket,' pronounced, hot pocket. This is a term that took hold about a year ago, when mid my morning-after-post-night-out story, I said to my best friend, Lindsay "We were at Bourbon, then I have a hot pocket, and then, we were in a cab on our way home and I got a text from.... " You get the idea.
And Lindsay says, "You had a hot pocket after the bar? Wha?" And I say, "No Linds, a hot pocket, meaning, I don't remember what happened during that pocket of time... But I remember the cab ride home, yes!" Lindsay says, "Well you dumb ass, I thought you were eating a hot pocket outside of the bar..." So it stuck, hot pockets are those moments of time where you simply don't quite remember what happened or the details are fuzzy.
I love hot pockets. Because eventually, the memory pops back in, and for the most part, it is a hilarious memory. And what are the best blogs, hilarious recounts of moments in time. So mine are called hot pockets, or in this case, hotpokkets. I am very excited about Hotpokket.
It will be filled with 'pops' of memory peppered with visuals... photography, my favorite activity.
That said, I am a twenty-something single gal (only because my Dad says gal...) in Washington, D.C., although I believe I have finally found a good egg. Girlies, you know what I am talking about. I work in communications, and I've been in the Washington bubble for about four years.
I grew up in Florida, but was born in Indiana, and fortunately both took hold. There is nothing like the smell of the ocean and basketball is well, life.
I am a Florida Gator, and let's just say, Gainesville is now officially called, "Title Town." Yes, we are that obnoxious. I am looking forward to keeping track of this life and all the wonderful, amazing people I share it with. This is one roller coaster, and thank gawd, boring is for the birds.
And so it begins.
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Sissy!
I don't believe i recall you telling me your hotpokket story (I suppose i could have been in the middle of a hotpokket myself at the time, highly likely) but I must say I'm so pleased to be re-introduced to the term! I like!
So this should be fun... recalling windows of time filled with activities that could be compared to all sorts of ingredients and flavors. Sometimes tasty and colorful, sometimes resembling cow manure, etc., etc... Regardless, it will be absolutely hysterical. And fun!
Congratulations on finally taking your big sh*t, sissy! Good girl!
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