did you know?

...I love to sing. There are some songs that I turn up on the radio in my car and just belt out – letting my pain, frustration, or joy flow through the words. For those of you who have driven with me, you know this is true. I am the definition of a “car singer.” But I would never sing in front of people. I would never even consider it. I enjoy my car singing and don’t ever plan on taking it to the stage.

...While the actual game baffles my mind, I LOVE being inside a packed football stadium. The past couple of years I’ve had the chance to go home with my friend Ashley. We spend time with her family, enjoy the beauty that is West Virginia and take in a Mountaineer game. I can’t explain the feeling of that atmosphere but I seriously dig it. The energy of the fans, the cheering, the music… it’s kind of magical.

...I would love to get another tattoo. I’ve thought about getting a tattoo on my wrist - a simple, small cross - but have spent a lot of time going back and forth because of the placement. My brother told me after I got my first tattoo that I’d get addicted and end up covered with them but I think that might be a stretch… then again, I never planned on getting a second one. J

...I’ve spent the last year talking about how much I hate teaching. I’m relational; I’d rather sit at Starbucks and talk for hours than stand up in front of a bunch of junior high kids and talk about one of Paul’s letters. The thing I’ve been teaching this summer… and I like it. I’m kind of good at it. I have a lot of work to do and a lot of growing to do, but I think this could be something I could actually do. For real.

...I hate corn. I think it taste gross – and don’t even get me started on how horrible eating it off the cob is, getting all those strings stuck in your teeth… how is that even appetizing? Not to mention, there is minimal nutritional value in corn. So, essentially, it’s pointless.

...I hate talking on the phone. It’s incredibly frustrating, if you ask me. I can have this hour long conversation with someone and never see their face and worse yet: I don’t get a hug! I’d rather just meet up somewhere and talk in person. However, this summer I’ve had to just suck it up and get used to the whole phone thing, considering my best friends are at least 3 hours away from me.

...I love hugs. If you know me AT ALL, this one practically goes without saying. Liz = hugs. I can’t explain it; I just love ‘em. First of all, I won’t hug just anyone. I’m picky. Feel special if you get a hug from me, it’s quite the compliment. Hugs mean you trust a person, love them, enjoy them, are happy to see them – hugs speak VOLUMES. And don’t even get me started on how much I love hugs from my guy friends… those are the best! Those are the hugs that make my day.