I'm getting annoyed...

What is up with people trying to label me? Today someone told me I was preppy, and they didn't mean it is a compliment. You know what? I am preppy, and I don't care. You can wear your ridiculous skinny jeans that make your ankles look terrible with your hot pink ballet flats and your blue and white striped shirt (my god, did anyone else notice Heidi and Lauren were wearing the SAME freaking outfit the entire episode of The Hills this week? Enough with the blue striped shirt!) and look seriously stupid. Go for it. I'll wear my boot cut jeans with a polo shirt and look like a normal human being. Yeah, I have a nice string of pearls. I also have nice diamond studs. Bully for me. If that makes me preppy, fan-fucking-tastic.

So to everyone who tries to put a label on me and fails miserably, here you go. This is who I am.

I come from generations and generations of Irish (who have been recently linked genetically to the English...hmmm....) so there was no way in hell I was going to escape the short and stubby gene. And yeah, I'm 5'2" and I'm shaped like a pear. I'm starting to accept this. I can't change my ancestors, nor can I wear "trendy" shirts without showing people a muffin top.

I have a terrible temper which I try very hard to control, but sometimes I can't. And when I ask you to leave me alone, it's probably best if you actually leave me alone, since that's usually me acknowledge my temper is going to get the best of me.

I give people as many second chances as they want, with exactly two exceptions. Giving people so many chances might not be the best idea, but I can't help it. 99% of the time, I keep doing it. And the two exceptions were given a lot of "second" chances, but even I have my limits. Moral of the story? I don't give up on people, even if they probably deserve it.

I love having a lot of friends, but I don't like big groups. In fact, if I am ever in a big group, I will usually find a corner somewhere and just watch what's going on around me. I just don't like them, never have, and never will. I'm constantly amazed when this still surprises even people I've know for a long time. And just because I am in a corner watching what's going on, doesn't mean I'm not enjoying myself. That's how I enjoy myself in a big group.

I've been painfully shy my entire life. It's been almost 26 years and I'm still extremely shy around people I don't know or don't know well. I've made it to the point where I can make awkward small talk with strangers and that's as good as it's going to get. If you think I'm a snob because I don't talk your ear off the first time I meet you, then that's your loss. You shouldn't judge people like that.

I don't like network reality TV.

I don't automatically love children. I think some children are annoying. I like my cousins. I like my friends' children. I don't like random children in stores/movies/restuarants. I don't think that makes me a bad person. I also don't like it when people tell me it's because I haven't been around children. Believe me, I have. I babysat all the way through high school. I taught kids how to skate and I taught them how to sail. I grew up in a neighborhood with lots of younger kids. I just don't think they are all cute. Some of them should be smacked upside the head, although I will admit you probably shouldn't hit kids just because they aren't cute :)

I think that when a girl says she doesn't like other girls and gets along with guys better, that usually means she is a bitch who cannot be trusted.

I didn't love high school. I did love college. I have done a piss poor job of keeping in touch with people from high school, but that doesn't bother me. The ones I still talk to are enough. I'm trying as hard as I can to keep in touch with college friends and I think I am doing a pretty good job.

I think I was clinically depressed my freshman year of high school, or close to it.

I don't want a career. I go to grad school only because I want to make more money. I don't really care about career advancement. But I also have a 3.75 GPA at a top 50 MBA program, which I pretty much kill myself to keep up.

I know how to sail, I belong to a yacht club, I know what "address the ship" means, I automatically stand up at sunset, my entire family works very hard so we can sit at the corner table at FYC 8 weekends a year and watch the harbor while sipping G&T's.

I really like ice cold Coors Light. Even more when I'm with a group of friends at a chill, relaxed bar.

My husband is the only person who can make me laugh every day.