A passion for words

When I was little, my mom asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. The normal response would have been ballerina, firefighter, president, something interesting like that.

Nope, not me, I wanted to be a waitress.

My mom looked at her little girl, blond haired pig tails and all and said, "Why do you want to be a waitress when you grow up?"

"Because," I answered. "They get to write on paper all day."

This made total sense to me. I have always had a love for anything to do with writing. So when a friend at work brought in a catalog for Uppercase Living, I almost died.

I would make every wall in my house say something if I could.

That's if Chris would let me anyway. So I thought I would just start small and work my way up. Thank you Amy and your fantastic mother-in-law Sandy for feeding my addiction!