UPDATED TO ADD: Y’all are too quick for me!  Within a few hours, all 100 surveys were filled so I’ve made an identical survey that you can access here if you missed the first one.  Same questions, so feel free to join in the discussion!

For awhile now I’ve been trying to decide on a few things related to my blog, and since that involves you, I thought we could chat for a bit.

Right around the time I told you about Starlite ending, I got a lot of questions asking if I planned to quit blogging — at all or just under the name “Ministry So Fabulous.” My answer was that I didn’t plan to stop blogging and that I wanted to use the same name. (For those of you who don’t know, the name was meant tongue-in-cheek — i.e., that ministry doesn’t always feel so fabulous). In my mind, I’m still in ministry, just not vocationally anymore.

At this point in time I don’t plan to stop blogging, either. That could change, of course, but right now, I still feel like it’s a good thing for me to do.

As I’ve been thinking about the blog, however, I’ve started to have some questions about who you all are and why you come here each day. I “know” the ones of you who leave comments, but there are a few hundred of you here each day who don’t comment. Now, before you start thinking I’m going to complain about that, let me assure you that I myself am a “lurker” on a lot of blogs simply because I don’t have time to comment on them all. So, I totally understand coming to read each day without saying anything.

One of the things that has surprised me about reading emails from some of you is how many of you don’t share the same faith as I do yet have somehow ended up on this blog. I’ve been thinking about that group of you a whole lot lately and you can expect to see a post just for you at some point in the near future. I want to talk to you, specifically, because I’ve been you. But more on that later.

I’ve also been thinking about disabling comments on my blog other than maybe for “special occasion” posts. One of the things I’m asking God to help me with is learning that my approval comes from Him, not from anyone else. I’ve made no secret about the fact that this has been a difficult lesson for me to learn, mainly because it seems as though I’m still looking for approval to maybe fill certain places where approval has been lacking. I don’t think I’m at a place right now where I base my approval on your comments, but I want to make sure I never get there. Does that make sense?

So, with all that said, I decided I wanted to chat with you about it but I thought that maybe the comments section of this post wasn’t the best place to do it. I decided to create a wee little survey that allows you to give me anonymous comments, unless you WANT to leave your name with your comments. It only has six questions, and includes ones that are related to the different things I’m thinking about that you’ve read in this post.

It’s open for the first 100 people who get to it by clicking here. If you have a few extra minutes today, would you mind taking it? Just so you know, if you’re one of those people who isn’t necessarily a fan of me but shows up to read the blog each day, I’d love for you to take it, too. Your thoughts are important to me as well and, if you want me to reply back to you, please leave an email address and I’ll be happy to (but remember, you don’t have to put any identifying information in the survey to take it).

So… ready to survey? On your mark, get set… GO!

If you read Saturday’s survey, you might have noticed that, once again, my air conditioning unit is out. This is truly special given the fact that, as you know, I am in a different house than the last time this happened.

In other words, I have apparently committed some type of sin requiring a punishment that includes residing in houses with median temperatures of 96 degrees.

You think I’m joking, but I actually called my friend Clay a few minutes ago and began listing off various sins from the last six months of my life in hopes that maybe he could help me identify what it is I’ve done to deserve feeling like I’m in the desert WHICH IS AN ACCURATE STATEMENT SEEING AS I RECENTLY RETURNED FROM THE DESERT AND THEREFORE KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE.

In an effort to keep it real, I’m writing this whilst the repairman is here working on it mainly because I’m trying to avoid him seeing as he’s hitting on me like a Major League Baseball player goes after a home run pitch. He actually came by yesterday, too, spending three hours working on installing a new wall unit.

Unfortunately I had to get ready to leave town while he was here yesterday, so I had no choice but to get ready whilst he was standing outside my bathroom door. This involved me putting my hair on hot pink velcro rollers because, listen, I had to do something with my hair. When I put my blow dryer to it (it’s a very long, very intricate process that requires the proper amount of blow drying in order to achieve maximum height, you know), I realized that I just couldn’t keep doing it with the bathroom door shut, especially since — and I don’t think I’ve mentioned this yet, but stop me if you’ve heard it before — IT WAS AS HOT AS SATAN’S HOMETOWN.

So, I sure enough opened that bathroom door and let Mr. AC Repairman watch as I did the whole blow drying process, complete with the hot pink rollers, of course. When I finally got done drying my hair, he asked me if I was single because he knew this bar that was having karaoke night and he just thought I looked like a girl who might like to sing a little karaoke once in awhile.

I can imagine how you would get that impression from watching a girl with 17 hot pink velcro rollers in her hair hold a can of volumizing hair spray in one hand and a blow dryer in the other.

I politely declined his offer, but he persisted and so I did something that I’m not proud of:

I created a fake boyfriend for myself.

Actually, it’s a little worse than that: I just had this sense that a “boyfriend” wasn’t going to cut it, so I actually told Mr. AC Repairman that I have a fiancé. When he began asking where he was, I quickly replied that he was visiting his parents but should be home in a few minutes and wasn’t that just lovely because they’d get to meet? I figured that, when my fiancé didn’t show up, I’d just act like he had gotten delayed or something, which would have been a good idea if I HAD THOUGHT THROUGH THIS STORY OF LIES AT ALL.

Mr. AC Repairman began grilling me on my “fiancé” asking me — among other things — what job he has, how long we’ve been dating and where my engagement ring was since my ring finger was as bare as a baby’s bottom.

I knew he was starting to doubt my story and, in an effort to back it up because I really didn’t want this guy knowing that I lived alone, I went and grabbed the picture of a male deployed friend of mine off my dresser and provided photographic “proof” of said fiancé. I told him that he had been deployed and had just returned (THE LIES, THEY KEPT BUILDING) and we hadn’t had time to find the perfect ring yet but when he had seen me waiting for him at the airport, he was overcome with emotion and just dropped to his knee right there in Terminal 5 and asked me to marry him.

Hey, if I’m gonna make a love story up, you better believe I’m gonna make it good.

As fate would have it, Mr. AC Repairman happened to be an ex-military man himself, telling me he’d definitely stick around ’til my fiancé came home, ’cause he wanted to personally thank him for his service to our country. I started to sweat at this point, and not just because it was as hot as the fire from a thousand suns in my house. How long was he going to stay, waiting for this fiancé to arrive?

My cell rang and I literally ran for it only to see Cate’s name on the screen. Taking a deep breath, I answered it with a phrase I don’t think I’ve ever used with her before: “Hey, baby!”

“Um, is this Amy Beth?”

I thought that, surely, she would catch on to what I was trying to do, so I just continued on:

“Baby, I miss you so much and you’ve only been gone an hour!”

“What’s wrong with you? Did you hit your head?”

“Oh, baby, you won’t believe this! The guy here to fix our AC was in the war, too! He’s waiting for you to come home so he can trade stories with you. Wait, what? You won’t be home for a couple more hours? Oh, I guess you two will just have to catch up sometime later.”

Cate finally catches on to what’s happening and starts laughing so hard I’m afraid she’s going to drop her phone. I tell her I’ll talk to her later, that I can’t wait to see her (UNCOMFORTABLE, UNCOMFORTABLE, UNCOMFORTABLE), etc. She just continues laughing and then finally pulls herself together enough to inform me that she thought I had “finally” gone crazy.

It wasn’t long after this that Mr. AC Repairman discovered that, after 2.5 hours of the installation process, he had actually installed the wrong piece. He told me he’d be back on Sunday night and so, here we are, me sitting on my bed writing this to you whilst he stands in my hallway, trying (in what I think will be another unsuccessful attempt) to fix the air.

What makes this story really, truly incredible is that he just asked me AGAIN if I was “sure” I’m not really single and just playing hard to get. He then again invited me to the karaoke bar down the street and, in what can only be thought of as saving the best for last, just informed me that he has “a sweet surround sound system” in his apartment if I might like to come over later.

Tempting, but no.

1. Have you made a new friend this year?

Why yes, of course! That’s what three weeks in a foreign country will do to you, after all.

2. Have you fallen out of love this year?

No and I couldn’t tell you how happy I am about it!  None of that junk going to happen this year.

3. Have you laughed until you cried this year?

Yes. See any moment with Cate for reference points.

4. Have you met someone who changed you this year?

Several, but I think the one who has probably had the most impact doesn’t even realize it.

5. How many kids do you want to have?

Three, maybe? Also: last night on my Facebook status, I mentioned that while I personally prefer abstinence as my main form of birth control, should I ever need a back-up plan, I can assure you that having someone force me to watch even one episode of Super Nanny would do the trick.

6. Have you ever wanted to change your name?

I love my name now, but there was a period where I wanted to spell it differently: third grade, Ame; fourth grade, Amie; fifth grade, Amye. I also went without the “Beth” part for awhile as well as tried to get people to call me Bridget.

7. When is the last time you saw your mother?

Well, I’ll see her later today — taking my itty bitty baby cousin to her hometown in a bit.  I love having a car seat in the back of my car, especially when little Avey is sitting in it!

8. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life?

Some family relations.

9. What are you listening to right now?

I’m gonna be honest: Live Your Life by T.I. Also, a message for T.I., since I’m sure he reads my blog: Sir, I hope your recent stint in prison taught you that, actually, you can’t have whatever you like.

10. What’s getting on your nerves right now?

The fact that my air conditioning in my new house isn’t working right. I do NOT want to talk about it.

11. What’s your most visited website?

Facebook, I’m sure, given the number of times I update my status each day.

12. What are your nicknames?

Hmm… some people call me AB or ABB. I used to beg people (I’m looking at you, former college roommate Jill!) to call me “Ducky.”  Do you remember that Amanda Bynes movie What A Girl Wants?  Her British grandmother called her “Ducky” in that darling little accent and ever since………. but you must call me that name in a British accent for it to really work, okay?

13. What’s your relationship status?

SAASOC. Translation: single as a slice of cheese.

14. What do you like about yourself?

I like the way I love the guy when I’m in a relationship.

15. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Yes, one person. I would still try to make it right to this day if I knew how.

16. Have you had your heart broken?

Oh, yes. And it sure does make it harder to put your heart out there again, doesn’t it?

17. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe it could happen, though it never has for me.

18. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what day would it be?

This one. Even after everything that happened after it, it was still an amazing moment in my life.

19. Are you afraid of falling in love?

Actually, yes. For the first time in my life, believe it or not. I need to talk to you about it sometime, no?

One of the most memorable things about my trip to Egypt (look, now I’ll actually write the whole word since I’m home!), were the bus rides from city to city.

After day one, almost every last one of us had a Seat Buddy as well as a typical place on the bus we sat with said buddy. My favorite Seat Buddy?

Why, Nicholas of course.

Here are some reasons I enjoyed sitting with my Preferred Seat Buddy:

1. Nicholas likes to talk, but he also likes to be quiet. So sometimes we talked, and sometimes we took naps. It was a nice set-up, especially since Nicholas didn’t like to talk as much as I did, therefore offering me the opportunity to get all those words out because, you know, it’s been proven that girls need to talk more than boys.

2. Nicholas let me listen to his iPod and I let him listen to mine.

3. After I realized that I didn’t like more than three songs on Nicholas’ iPod, he let me put one earbud of my own iPod in one ear whilst the other earbud remained in his own ear.

4. Then, Nicholas let me insist on picking the songs we listened to and didn’t complain. Well, until I picked a Céline Dion song and then he was all “WE ARE NOT LISTENING TO THAT!” and I was all “OKAY, BUDDY, YOU JUST DUG YOUR OWN HOLE BECAUSE NOW IT’S GONNA BE FAITH HILL THE WHOLE WAY THERE.”

5. But then, just to spite him, I began playing Christmas songs… SUNG BY FAITH HILL.

So then, he got up from his seat and did the only thing he knew to do.

He said he dropped a water bottle and just had to go down there to fetch it.

Likely story, Seat Buddy. Likely story, indeed.

On my way into my office yesterday morning, I saw the company mailman carrying a striped box that looked adorable. I jokingly told him that I wished he was bringing the box to me and he informed me that he was actually doing that very thing!

I opened the box as soon as I got into my office but, after looking at the first two pages of it, I decided to grab my video camera and capture the moment for you. Well, not for YOU, actually. It’s more for my college girls, so they can see how much I loved it when I first saw the pages, especially since they’re scattered across the United States right now. But, as they watch, so can you.

Also? Please ignore the part around 4:05 where I begin crying.

Starlite college girls? I love you.

I’ve been so excited to show you my new bedroom that I’m just beside myself right now! I cannot for the life of me figure out why I think you’re going to care, but I think it’s just one of those girl things, you know? It’s not like I really having anything new in it (other than the curtains) — but somehow, the room just feels new to me. It’s my very first “adult” bedroom, even if I’m still rocking a twin bed (if you’re wondering why a girl in her mid-twenties is sleeping in a twin-sized bed, it’s because I gave up my bedroom suite last year — read the back story here).

Okay, are you ready?!? Here’s the before shot…

And here’s my bedroom now!

Now, for the tour! When you first walk through the door, you’ll see a row of three pictures. Each picture in my bedroom represents someone (or something) I’m praying for. On this wall, you’ll see friends Kelly, Katie and Kimberly (on the other side of the wall are pictures of Marisa, Cate and Ashley, but you’ve seen those pictures and heard why I used them before, remember?).

As you continue walking in, you’ll find my dresser to your right. The picture on it is of a close friend who is deployed right now (and who is due back any day now!). You’ll also see my favorite perfume, Romance by Ralph Lauren.

The little clipboard of paper happens to be one of my favorite things in my bedroom, especially when I wake up in the night and need to write down something I’m afraid I’ll forget the next morning.

My jewelry case sits tucked away in the corner of the room with a vase of flowers you might recognize currently sitting on top. I love my jewelry case!

I opened those doors to show you some of my necklaces and, the next thing you know, I was taking pictures of my jewelry for you. Silly, right? But, since I took them, let’s take a peek inside!

The top of the case opens to reveal a place for rings, earrings, etc. A few rows of my favorites:

The case also has seven drawers for various things; I use one drawer to hold different necklace pendants. My favorite is a bit hard to see, but if you look in the upper right hand corner, you’ll see a silver lowercase “a” that can be attached to a necklace (you can click on any of the pictures in this post to view a larger version of them!).

For the record, I don’t wear the pink bunny necklace at any time other than Easter. And I only wear it then when there’s small children around who might enjoy the darling little thing.

There’s a drawer for bracelets, too. My favorite is the blue, gold and clear beaded one in the center of this picture:

I actually have two vases full of flowers in my bedroom right now, but my favorite of the two is this rectangle vase. I love square or rectangle vases because I think they make flower stems look gorgeous.

My bed is in the center of the room, something rather daring when you think about how often I tend to fall out of beds. I decided to stick with my current bedding for now; as much as I loved the other sheet set, I feel like this one is a bit more “me” right now. Eventually I hope to get the matching queen bed that goes with my other furniture and move this twin bed to the second bedroom for when MacKenzie comes to stay with me. You better believe it’ll have those other darling bedsheets on it then, though!

On the other side of my bed is a large bureau that currently has my iPod dock, a black iron figure of the Effiel Tower and another vase of flowers. Directly beside it is a picture of a man and woman near a bridge in London (this picture is the one I use to remind me to pray for my future husband).  And, just ’cause it’s driving me crazy, I have to tell you that isn’t dust you’re seeing in this picture — that’s just where the sun is hitting it.  Can’t be having you think I don’t know how to dust before taking pictures!

In the other corner of my room, right beside the closet (a whole post about the closet coming your way soon simply because I love to talk about closet organization because I’m odd like that), sits my favorite chair with it’s little ottoman (don’t you just love the darling little pillow on it?!?). A lot of times this is exactly where I’m sitting when I’m writing to you!

And there you have it — my bedroom! I’ll be showing you the other rooms of the house as soon as I can get them set-up… there’s still a few boxes waiting to be unpacked, but I’m hoping to have them done in the next week or two.

Especially if Snuggles y Cuddles somehow magically learn the art of hanging pictures on the wall.

As I was getting into my car last Friday morning, I couldn’t help but think how ironic it was that Starlite was ending almost as it began — with absolutely no fanfare. We didn’t plan a big party to celebrate our seven years, no small gathering to look over the thousands of pictures that have accumulated. We began quietly, no one realizing on our first day what would come from a few girls trying to serve a bunch of schoolgirls, and so we ended quietly, too, no one realizing on our last day just how much came from a few girls trying to serve a bunch of schoolgirls.

Being in vocational ministry has toughened my skin in certain ways, one of which being that I’ve learned that not everyone will accept me, appreciate me, etc. I’ve learned — really, am learning — that I need to seek approval from God, not from man. I’m doing well with it… except for a couple of people in my life that I still desperately want approval from, even on the cusp of being 25 years old. It’s true that I want their approval in all kinds of different areas of my life, but I’ve especially wanted it in the area of Starlite.

I wanted those couple of people to be proud of me for starting something like that when I was fresh out of high school. I wanted them to be proud of me when we were given an office to use, a whole house we girls spent hours fixing up. I wanted them to be proud when 306 middle school girls showed up at one of our sleepovers. I wanted them to be proud when I was invited to speak at a very large church about what we’ve been doing these past few years. I wanted them to be proud when we announced we were entering our tenth school that, starting that week, we would serve girls at ten different schools each week. It didn’t matter to me how many front page newspaper articles were written about us, how many times congregations gave standing ovations, or even how many little girls sent me thank you notes written in crayon.

I wanted their approval and no one else’s was ever a good enough substitute for it.

So there I was, pulling out of my driveway last Friday morning when I suddenly had a thought that was unusual for me: I really wish someone would give me flowers today. I didn’t need a party, I didn’t need a banner, but for some reason, I just thought it might be nice to have someone give me flowers to signify the end of something I’ve quite literally poured my life into for seven years. As I drove towards my office, I thought about the few people in my life who might give me flowers and then mentally checked each of them off my list for some reason or another.

As I pulled into a parking space at work, I couldn’t help but think how it might be different if I had a boyfriend or even a husband. Maybe he would have recognized the significance of the day? Maybe he would have shown up on my doorstep, flowers in his hands? Maybe his approval would be the very thing that would take the sting out of the glaring lack of approval from other people? As I got out of my car, I dismissed the entire thought, knowing that I didn’t need to be concentrating on what I didn’t have. No boyfriend or husband? Then no flowers coming my way that day. Easy equation, simple math. Zero always equals zero.

As the day wore on, I kept my cell phone near me, waiting for a couple of calls that I was sure were to come. I mean, it was the last day of Starlite for crying out loud. They would remember, they would call to tell me they were proud of me. Actually, maybe they wouldn’t call to say they were proud, but at least they’d call to ask how the day was going, to see how I was doing with it all. As morning changed to noon and noon changed to dusk, I began to realize the calls weren’t coming. I told myself they had probably just forgotten which day it was, mainly because my heart couldn’t handle thinking that they had remembered and just not cared enough to call.

I had worked all day, 17 hours to be exact, because I was in charge of a very large event for my job. As the event ended, I slipped off my high heels and watched as the catering staff began breaking down buffet tables, as the electricians began removing extra power sources we had added for the event, etc. One of the men from the decorating team came to me and told me that he was pulling the fresh flowers from the different arrangements out so that we could use them for another event I had coming up quickly. As I was leaving the building about an hour later, he told me those flowers had been given to my assistant, but that he had sent some other flowers, too, ones that hadn’t been used that night.

“They’re for you,” he said, motioning to indicate that someone had already put them in my waiting car. “No reason at all. I just felt like I was supposed to bring them to you tonight.”

That decorator didn’t know that it was the last day of Starlite. He didn’t know that white flowers are my favorite, that I especially love them when they aren’t in full bloom yet. He didn’t know that they would fit perfectly in a vase beside my bed.

But God did, and He wanted to make sure that, on the last day of my time with Starlite, I knew I had His full approval and that He alone knew what the day meant to me whether anyone else ever acknowledged it or not. And for the first time in my life, I can honestly say that His approval meant more to me than theirs ever could.

“To inoculate me from the praise of man, He baptized me in the criticism of man,

until I died to the control of man.” | Francis Frangipane

It’s now been over seven months since I’ve been in the same room with one of my best friends, Cara.  She had the nerve to up and move to Ecuador for a year to work with some darling orphan babies and all of us left here without her are still not over it, if you want to know the truth.  We miss her and we miss her bad.

That’s why I appreciate a little thing called technology that let me have dinner with Cara tonight, even though we were thousands of miles away from each other.  Amazing, isn’t it?

As some of you may have remembered, this past Friday marked our last “official” day of Starlite (though we’re still waiting on the completion of a final financial audit, some emails to be finished up, etc.). I didn’t say anything on the day because I didn’t really know what to say, and to be honest, I’m still trying to think about what all I want to say. I also worked 17 hours on Friday (literally) and was a bit too tired to think of anything good to say at the end of the night. I think that, in a couple of weeks, I’d like to take a few days and tell you more about what the last seven years of my life with Starlite have meant to me. Since I only blogged for one of those years, I really want you to see what the other years were like, too. I guess it’s just important to me that you know that part of me, at least in some small way.

So, this was technically the first weekend of the rest of my life, I guess. That probably sounds dramatic to some of you, but you have to remember that, with my role in Starlite, I was on call a majority of the time, including weekends (unless I left town and left someone else on call). It was kind of a heady feeling to realize that, once I finished up some stuff on Saturday morning, the rest of the weekend was totally up to me, no strings attached.

I had lunch with a couple of my college girls on Saturday and then headed home to take a nap. I went grocery shopping later that evening and then had a quiet dinner by myself before heading to a bookstore to look around. While I was there, Cate called and asked if I’d meet her at Zaxby’s. We only had a few minutes there before they closed, but Cate (in her own words) planned to “attack this sandwich like a WILDEBEAST!” I was laughing so hard I almost cried.

On Sunday I headed to church for the first time in weeks seeing as I didn’t get to attend whilst in Eg*pt. I had lunch with some friends and then Anna, one of my college girls, came over to spend the day with me at my new house. I think the effect of not having Starlite in my life is starting to kind of hit now that it’s actually happening. I mentioned that to Anna and she admitted that she had driven to the empty parking lot of our old office the night before just to “look at something that felt familiar.” I about lost it. The bitter sure is mixing with the sweet right now.

We spent the afternoon fixing our hair and unpacking a few more boxes and even baking some cupcakes, too.

I went a little crazy organizing my new closet whilst Anna laid on my bed playing funny YouTube videos that had us cracking up. Cate, Nicolas and our new friend Adam came over for dinner a bit later, a lovely little breakfast-for-supper thing that Cate whipped up for us in my new kitchen.

After dinner everyone kind of split up and attacked different projects throughout the house. There are now dishes in the cabinet, a shelving thing for the bathroom and even a few decorations on the wall, too!

All in all, not a bad way to start something new, right?

P.S. – If it sounds like I’m trying to convince myself that everything is going to be okay, it’s just because I’m trying to convince myself that everything is going to be okay.

1. What time did you get up this morning? 3:35 a.m. Hello, jet lag. Glad you’re still around.

2. How do you like your steak? Medium well, por favor.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? An awful movie that was totally inappropriate.

4. What is your favorite TV show? I just began watching TV after seven months of not watching it, so I’m not sure yet. Let me watch for a couple of weeks and get back to you.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Here, London or Rome, GA.

6. What did you have for breakfast? Toast with jam, ma’am.

7. What’s your favorite cuisine? Italian.

8. What foods do you dislike? It would take an entire other post to make a list.

9. Where is your favorite place to eat? This little pizza place in my grandparent’s hometown.

10. What is your favorite salad dressing? I don’t eat salad dressing. No, really.

11. What kind of vehicle do you drive? A lovely SUV!

12. What are your favorite clothes? My favorite outfit is a pair of dark jeans, white t-shirt and flip flops (or, if I’m really going wild, a pair of high heels!).

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Shamu Stadium, obvs.

14. Is the cup half empty or half full? It’s half full — but if it’s lemonade, it’s about to become totally empty.

15. Where would you want to retire? Wherever my grandchildren live.

16. What is your favorite time of the day? Evenings when I’m getting ready for bed!

17. Where were you born? A little town in Tennessee.

18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Anything with a boyfriend (I love watching sports with boys).

19. Are you a bird watcher? Um, no.

20. Are you a morning person or a night person? I’m both!

21. What did you want to be where you were little? A teacher.

22. What’s your best childhood memory? Playing on the swing set in my backyard.

23. Do you always wear your seat belt? Yes, yes, yes!

24. Do you have any pet peeves? People smacking their gum.

25. Favorite type of pizza? Cheese, please.

26. Favorite flower? Any given by a boy.

27. Favorite ice cream? I’m not really an ice cream kind of girl.

28. Have you done anything spontaneous lately? Yes… I went on a last minute date. And now I’m done with dating forever. Forever, ever. Forever, ever, ever.

29. Do you like your job? I love my job.

30. Do you like broccoli? No, no, no.

Remember, you can join in on your blog or in the comments if you want!