Waffles very happy. That there in one sentence will tell you a lot about who I am as a person. On the whole, I am a happy person. A happy person who does absolutely love Waffles.

For anyone who doesn’t get it, it’s a Gilmore Girls reference. Lorelai says it to Rory in Season 2 when picking her model name for a Fashion Show they are putting on. No, I’m not a model, but a girl can dream. Mostly of waffles.

In case you can’t tell by that reference I was a teenager of the early 2000’s generation. A child that sobbed when Judy died in Seven Little Australians. A child who had her own Faraway Tree to play in. I grew up knowing that Ellie Linton was right and that books are usually better than the movie. Although John Marsden clearly forsee that this sometimes doesn’t count when referring to Game of Thrones.

I’m of the generation that One Tree Hill taught me all I needed to know about being a teenager. The Gilmore Girls will keep me company on days where I just didn’t want to exist for a little while.  It’s a talent to recite the words to Titanic and The Blind Side when they are on and muted. My cars are named after Harry Potter characters and when they start acting like their names it is time for a new one. Always.

I have learned that when I grow up I want to be Tami to my husband’s Coach. I know that it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. In order to possess a good fortune my husband dutifully informed my folks when he married me that I was worth at least two cows. In reality, I was worth a medium rare Rib Eye with Peppercorn Sauce.

I know Tuesday is Squash night for me and come Monday night in Australia you will find me watching the Philly Eagles playing football. On Saturdays the Geelong Cats will play and I will be yelling. I also fall asleep watching the Habs play at least two nights every week.

I love that my work life and home life is busy and full. Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose and that means that Waffles very happy.