Hello again! I come from a land centrally located, welcoming by nature, equipped with muddy rivers and sticky summers- Saint Louis, Missouri. My hobbies include engaging in deep meaningful eye contact, smelling flowers, daydreaming, collecting crazy socks and dancing like nobody is watching.
I am mesmerized by words, captivated by the smell of lavender, charmed by the moon and intrigued by the so called impossible. Antidotes by Haley, Part 2. When I was a wee little Haley, my friend and I would pretend to be mice. We would scurry about the house hiding cheese to indulge in later. As mice, we typically had short attention spans which became problematic for my sister who woke up with squished, cheese-filled hair and sheets.
I am the youngest of four with two older brothers and an older sister. As a kid, my brothers would persuade me to do things by threatening me with hugs My love language has never been physical touch and my sister convinced me that deodorant was for my face I spent a lot of time using her armpit deodorant on my cheeks to make them smell shower fresh. My childhood nickname was Boo Boo. A few fables for why I got that nickname are as follows: 1.
I was frequent crier growing up. There is a small lump on my forehead from when I was On a scorching hot day during the summer, my father, my brother and I were sauntering near the Mississippi River. There were small pieces of dried corn scattered along the bank and we were throwing it at the ducks floating in the river. As I went to pick up some corn, I whacked my head on a t shaped post. I fell over, cried, grabbed my head, cried, bled and cried and later made my way to the air conditioned car.
Maybe Karma does exist. I took a walk in the woods — smiling shyly at the twisted elm tree, nudging the spirited birch playfully, caressing the sugar maple, winking at the dogwood, shaking hands with the sophisticated sycamore, complimenting the sweet magnolia.
