My name is April. I am not a teen. I am a twentysomething assistant magazine editor living in Georgia. I like to think about life and how best to live it, then field-test my theories. I will forever aspire to be Nancy Drew. Whenever I have a problem, I like to ask myself, "What would Nancy do?" She is my moral compass. I have found that by taking this approach to life, I am always the best at everything.
I am a newlywed. My husband, Conrad, and I got married on December 30, 2006. He is a wonderful chef and franchise training director for a new company, which if you don't know, totally kicks ass. He is ruthlessly funny and very kind; together, we are committed to one another's personal growth and creating the most healthy, loving relationship that we can. I am very thankful for him.
I have two cats: Sgt. Whiskers aka Kurtie aka Curtis Lowe, and Mr. Cakes, who is actually Conrad's cat.
Other than spending time with Conrad and smashing my face into soft kitty belly, my favorite thing in the world is aerial dance. I am a trapeze artist. You should look at pictures of me and my trapeze partner rocking in space in my scrapbook. You may die. But it will be worth it.
I am secretly bitchy, which is the worst kind of bitchy. The most evil, I think. I use the word "tard" way more than necessary. Ample evidence is mounting that I actually might be a teen.
This is my blog, in case you are a total tard and haven't figured that out yet. This page is really less about this site and more about me. But what isn't, seriously?
If you want to chat or be blog friends or just tell me how rad I am, you can e-mail me at aprilbmoore [at] gmail [dot] com.