My name has three letters and two syllables. I don’t have a nickname. The closest I can get to a nickname is Ame. (Pronounced like same or name.) My mom used to call me this, and a handful of other people.

My mom named me Amy for simplicity reasons, at least that’s what she told me. It was a choice between Amy and Michelle, and Amy would be easier to learn how to spell.

Did I just write a poem?

Not answering this.

I received my jump rope yesterday (shout out to swissskip.ch). I need to shorten the length because I am short. It’s not easy skipping rope when you haven’t done it since you were ten, but I will accomplish my goal.

Did you know they have edible cookie dough now? It’s true. There are no eggs in it, which makes it impossible for you to get salmonella. (But I like to live my life on the edge and I still eat raw cookie dough with eggs. I’m a rebel.) Technically, you’d have to eat the equivalent of six whole raw eggs to catch salmonella from cookie dough, and even I don’t have enough room in my stomach for that much dough. The best part of ready to eat cookie dough is you don’t have to make a batch of cookies to get it. You can bake some varieties of the new edible cookie dough, but why waste it?

Before you call me a heathen, I don’t eat it straight out of the package. I put non-fat vanilla Greek yogurt into a bowl with some frozen blueberries and strawberries, and then I had a few tiny circles of cookie dough. I need some kind of reward for eating Greek yogurt. The real inedible character in the story is the Greek yogurt, let’s be honest. 

Aside from a few tiny marble-sized cookie dough pieces in my Greek yogurt, I’ve cleaned up my diet in the past several weeks – well…as much as my budget allows. There’s a reason for that, so watch this space.

What is your favorite comfort food? 

Get it correct, WordPress. Geez.

And you forgot birds, squirrels, bunnies, lightning bugs, toads…

Everyone is a candidate for the list, except mosquitoes and maggots.