Who Me?

Before taking time out of your busy schedule to read my blog, I think it’s only fair to give you a little insight into the shorty behind the shortcomings. Here are some important things to keep in mind when reading my blog.

I am the youngest of 5 children, and being heard was not always easy. If you were going to attempt to add to the kitchen table conversation, you better have something insightful or funny to say, if not, we’d ask that you remain silent. In all seriousness, my family has taught me everything I needed to know about being the shortest one in the room. Couldn’t ask for anybody better. (Sorry for the sap)

I’ve played soccer for 15 of my 20 years of life. From a young age, I developed this habit of being way too aggressive on the field. Even after 15 years of club teams, district selects, indoor soccer, high school soccer, I have never in all my years gotten a yellow card. Statistically, this is unheard of but when you think about it, it makes sense. Referees feel bad for the child-looking girl on the field.  Who said being short didn’t have any perks.

Lastly, I’m from Boston. So, if you’re wondering why my posts are filled with sarcasm and sass, that’s why. Who would want to be a southern belle, when you could be a rough around the edges girl from Boston? Right, that’s what I’m saying.