I have already professed the importance of football and fantasy football in my life.
Speaking of which, I downloaded three new ringtones to my iPhone. All of them are NFL ringtones. One is the theme song for NFL on Fox, one is the theme song for Monday Night Football, and one is for Thursday Night Football. Seriously, I have a problem.
I want a pet Rottweiler. Seriously -- How can you not fall in love with this face? Granted, they grow up to be ginormous and scary, but that is exactly why I want one. Mr. A and I would treat our Rottweiler like a kid, though. We would put him/her through extensive obedience training, and we would be there every step of the way to build a strong relationship with our pet. Since I don't want actual children, we are getting furbabies. Real kids make me uncomfortable.
Weightlifting is my main form of exercise. How many women in fashion can benchpress more than their body weight? The answer: Not enough. Weightlifting does not equal bulk. A lot of females I know think that they will get big and bulky if they start weightlifting, and this is not true. Weightlifting builds and tones muscle. The only way a woman would become the Incredible Hulk is with supplements -- or if they are genetically predisposed to bulk up. (Of course, Mr. A just corrected me by saying that the Incredible Hulk got big from exposure to radiation -- not from working out or steroids. Whatever. That's not my point.) Real women lift weights.
I have quite a few masculine qualities. (Believe me, there are more.) I think it takes people by surprise because I am small and cute with a small, cute voice and because I dress well. They expect me to be a cutesy girly girl -- until I open my mouth. It's fun to surprise people.