My name is Nicole, but please call me Nikki or Nik. If you call me Nicole, it will take a long time before I’ll answer you. I’m not being rude; I’m just not used to anyone calling me Nicole.
I’m a wife, a stepmother, a daughter, a sister, a niece, a cousin, a sister-in-law, a best friend, a friend and a Christian Bale stalker.
I was born in Ypsilanti, MI. I lived in Ann Arbor before moving to Milan and then back to Ann Arbor and then back to Milan and then back to Ann Arbor and then to Ypsilanti.
My interests include photography, drawing, writing, reading, bowling, listening to music, watching TV and movies, comic books, superhero movies, walking, laying in the hammock, watching sports – especially hockey, laughing, gerber daisies – especially red and white ones, Mustangs – especially 1969 and 1971 Fastbacks, animals – especially Dixie and Dolly, thunderstorms, the beach, feeling the sun warm my skin and Heinz ketchup.
My dislikes include bananas, animated Coca-Cola bears, yogurt, pie, talking on the phone.
I have huge issues with phone calls. It terrifies me to make a phone call, answer a phone call or return a phone call. I’ve actually lost friends over this, but I have no idea how to fix it. I have to talk on the phone a lot at work and I absolutely despise it. No one understands this about me – except for my mom and a few of my close friends who suffer from the same thing. If someone says to me, “Just give me a call and we’ll hang out!”, it sends me into an inner fit of terror. No matter how badly I want to hang out with that person, I absolutely cannot make that phone call. Yes, I hate this about myself, but, as I said, I have no idea how to get over it.