Who is this crazy blogger chick!?
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My name is Olivia Grace, Livie for short. I was born in Dallas, Texas, on an impeccably hot November day (83 degrees was the high, y'all) nineteen years ago to a Yankee-turned-Southern belle and a teacher from Louisiana. We moved to Tennessee when I was six months old and lived there for seven years. I became a big sister to little sister ChicaSophia and little brother SeñorPizza. We moved to Southeast Georgia in 2003 and lived there for three years. After one too many hurricanes, we decided coastal life wasn't for us and moved up to Rome. Georgia, where we lived for six (almost seven) years, followed by 15 months of the Lousy-ana chronicles, which I might write about . . . someday. We ditched the gumbo and alligators about a year ago and moved back to the land of Big Orange and all things Volunteer -- Knoxville. This move has been HARD. I never realized how much Louisiana broke me until I didn't have to survive it any more. I'm still trying to figure out what God's plan was in moving us there. Not finding a place to fit here hasn't helped. I'm an imperfect, screwed up person who is sorting out her feelings in a very open forum. Why? Because I feel God has lessons to teach me.
So, if that wasn't too much info., and you're still reading this page, here are a few things I love so you can get to know me a bit better: Jesus. TexMex. my Maltipoo Ava Rose. The beach. Talking. Decorating. Crafting. Operation Christmas Child. Learning languages. Crocheting. The University of Alabama (Roll Tide!). Celestial Seasonings Tea. Talking. Names. Cooking. Creating. Froyo. Spending time with family. Talking. Quilts. Thrift stores. Orphan Care. Knitting. Whipping up Gluten free goodies (like Panera-inspired shortbread. It's a must try.) Spanish. Talking. Mason Jars with Daisy Lids and Paper straws. Italian. Talking. Painting my nails. Compassion International. French. Talking. Sewing. Dancing. Chuy's Creamy Jalapeño Dip. Talking. Fuzzy socks. EOS lip balms. Chai Tea lattes. The Smell of Fresh Cut Grass. Gluten Free Pancakes. La Croix Peach Pear Water. And talking. Hence how this blog was born. I figured it was a way I could talk all I wanted, and no one could stop me. ;) |
"Not everyone will understand your journey. That's fine. It's not their journey to make sense of. It's yours." Unknown