This is not a page about corn… this is a page about ME! I AM NOT A SANDWICH! What even is that preset featured image? If it’s got pork on it, it’ll fit right in.

How many times can you outgrow a blog? I’ve had a few in my time on the Internet. I outgrew my last one because I was silly enough to put “30-something” in the title and think that I would use it forever. And then I turned 40. Once I was pursuing your boyfriend (inside joke for those who read my original blog) and then I was pursuing the BS of my 30s (Bull Shit AND a Bachelor of Science); some time in between I was having fun with Cheap Dates and running marathons. What I realized about writing a lot about running… the world really doesn’t need another blogger posting their weekly workouts (but they are there in the archives, should you need them!). So, here I am.

I am NOT a farmer! I’m an Iowan transplant — moving from city life (Pittsburgh is not East Coast!) to Des Moines, with a husband and three cats (normal Census family, right?) and a shit-ton of books. I go to bed at 8:30 and wake at rooster calls o’ clock because of said cats and probably because there is cat puke drying within the floorboards again. I am a graduate student, working on my Masters in sport psychology. I’m allergic to everything outside AND YET I moved to a place where there is corn pollen in the air and it’s something I am apparently also now allergic to. I am perfectly fine — and capable of — eating only cheese for dinner. I’m kinda a shitty cook. What even are those things that grow out of potatoes?! *shudder* I married a younger man who loves how to cook (see how that all works out?).

(Parentheses are my favorite punctuation.)

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