five things with and everything nice

Today’s five things post features Anna of And Everything Nice. Don’t let the blog name fool you, she’s pretty funny and very normal. You know those people who you can just tell are good people? She’s one of them and it may or may not be because she lives in Oklahoma. Plus she owns a juicer (shouldn’t we all?) and has an adorable pug named Winston who is a star on instagram.
1. I have an “irrational” fear of moths. Irrational is in quotes because I don’t really think it’s that absurd since I was attacked maliciously by one years ago and have never been the same since. I’m being dramatic, but I’m dead serious. My husband thinks it’s funny. I think he’s rude. Look at this photo; it’s fat furry body, those antennae…yuk. Just gross. 
2. I can relate just about any life story to a Friends episode, and feel that I have a special bond with Rachel. We share lots of quirks. For example, we both hate having anything near our eyes and refuse to use eye-drops. I freak out if there’s a finger near my eye and I whine like a baby if I ever have to use eye-drops. Needless to say I do not use them for fun. 
3. I married my best friend. I know a lot of people say this, but it’s absolutely true. There’s no one I tell more to than my husband. I know I can be myself around him & he won’t judge me (because he can’t..ha). March 2012 marks our 7th anniversary, and June is our 4 year wedding anniversary. I am so lucky. 
4. I can’t snap or whistle. I tried to learn how for many years and I just couldn’t do it. It still drives me crazy that I can’t. I’d love to whistle while I work. 
5. I was a cute baby. Yeah, I hate to brag but it’s true. My mom might kill me for posting a photo of her with short hair. But don’t focus on her. Focus on me, the cute baby. 
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In case you didn’t get enough of me, I’m guest posting for Alex today and I told a short story on Tammy’s blog. I know, I’ve been busy!

exshoes me?

Last week while walking from Physical Therapy to my limousine (a.k.a the subway), I saw these in the window of the Adidas store and I wanted to run inside and purchase them on the spot. But I didn’t, mostly because I really wanted to get home and get sofa-side.

So naturally, a few days later I looked them up and noticed a ridiculous detail. A tail. No shit. These shoes have a tail.

Why?

I really wanted them. They’re furry and cheetah but…with a tail.

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I can’t with the tail.
 What do you think? I was thinking maybe I could hack it off?

name change

What is with this new name and what is a ch?
Well, dear readers, I will explain. You see, when your parents have a disagreement about how your name should be spelled and your mother is outnumbered 2 to 1 you end up with Christin instead of Kristen. This means that your entire life you will end up saying this to people “no its Christin, with a c.h.”
Welcome to my life. 
I figure since this is my blog and it’s about whatever I want it to be about, the name should be about me. Deal with it. 
But seriously, what do you all think?

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notice anything different???

You may have noticed something a bit different around here, if you didn’t shame, shame, shame on you. 


I’ve been having an identity crisis for quite some time and I think that this big change will help a lot. 

This wasn’t something that I rushed into, by any means. I thought long and hard about this change and I’m really happy about it. I love the new name of my blog and more than that, I love the design. Isn’t Danielle just the best?

Just so everyone knows, the content here isn’t changing. So don’t think that I’ll stop being snarky or funny because that is who I am and it won’t stop. The treats may slow down because I’m going to get Type II Diabetes if I keep eating homemade cookies, candy and treats

I would like to say this: Tardiness is not something you can do all on your own. Many, many people contributed to my tardiness. Uh, I’d like to thank my parents for never giving me a ride to school, the L.A. city bus driver for taking a chance on an unknown kid, and, uh, last but not least, the wonderful crew at McDonalds for spending hours making those egg McMuffins, without which I might never be tardy. 

But seriously, thank you all for being really supportive of this blog and my blogging efforts in general and my comedy career (woah, cart before the horse there). In the words of Drake,”you da, you da, bess.”