My friend Crystal tagged me. So, I am to share 25 things about myself. I just did this on Facebook and it was a lot of fun ( I especially loved reading everyone’s responses–such interesting things!). I had a hard time coming up with the 25 things, so I’m a little nervous as I begin writing this. BUT I know there are more than 50 things about me that I can share so I will find something to tell you about myself!
1. I’m afraid of the dark. Still. I’m 26 years old and still afraid of the dark. So afraid that I cannot walk through a dark room to a lighted one. I have to turn the lights on and off as I go. I also get really mad at The Hunk when he goes to bed before me because that means I will have to turn off the light (and run for my life into our bed).
2. I love to drive cars. For a while in my youth I dreamed of being a race car driver. As a teenager, I was one of those who zip down the highway at 90+ weaving through four lanes of traffic. I’ve since out grown that. Having babies in the car makes you drive a little bit on the slower side (or at least it should!) so I now view speeding as 2-5 over. I once drove non-stop to New Hampshire, 15 hours or so, even though there were 3 other capable drivers in the car. I just love to drive!
3. I am afraid to drive by a semi-truck in the summer with my window down. I always have visions of that semi throwing a rock at my car. It comes in the window and either impales me in the head and I die instantly or it hits me in the eye and I go blind in that eye. Cheery isn’t it? This comes from one time in summer I was driving by a semi and it DID throw a rock at me. Thankfully, my window was closed, but I will never ever forget that sound. There, now you all can be scared with me. You’re welcome.
4. Getting shin splints in both my knees was more painful than either of my labors (36 hours of pitocin induced hell was FAR worse than the 40 hours of natural labor) and my cesareans combined. I never want to do that again. I don’t care if we have to starve, I will always have good running shoes. period. the end.
5. We don’t do baths here. The Red-Haired Girl has had ONE real bath in all of her 9 months. Now before you call CPS–we shower. The Blue-Eyed Boy has taken some baths, more when he was a baby, but now he exclusively takes showers. Try it out. There is nothing better than a warm wet baby snuggled up to your chest while streams of warm water cascade over your body. Oh yea, and it’s faster.
6. I love calendars. LOVE calendars. I don’t think I could explain my love for them adequately. I love writing on them, I love how they look all symmetrical and straight lined and such. I know I’m weird. If there was a calendar big enough to write out my entire day every day, I would seriously believe I’d died and gone to heaven.
7. I love schedules. I love knowing what I should be doing and when.
8. Conversely, I love spontaneity. I know its a paradox. I have the uncanny knack of being able to throw the above mentioned beloved schedule out the window and go off and do something. Drives the Hunk batty. But he loves me anyways.
9. I love cereal. Sugary, plain, full o fiber, full of marshmallows. I don’t care what kind it is, I love it. I could eat cereal at every meal every day for the rest of my life and be perfectly content (although I’m sure my body wouldn’t thank me). Sometimes we eat cereal for breakfast AND dinner, all in the same day. Imagine that!
10. I love cloth diapers. I love how easy they are. I love how I never have to run to the store to buy diapers and waste thousands of dollars on land-fill fodder. I love that my babies never ever get diaper rash. And oh are they CUTE! I just got The Red-Haired girl a new diaper (a new style I’m trying out, an AIO for my cloth dipe friends who know what that means) and it is fire engine red. It goes with the hair. She is SO adorable. A sposie doesn’t give the same effect.
11. I’ve always wanted to live out west, specifically Colorado. I’ve also always wanted to live in Florida, New Hampshire, Texas, California, Australia, Ireland, and Africa. Maybe one of those dreams will actually come true here soon? Who knows. I sure don’t.
12. The Hunk is an amazingly accomplished guitarist. I am sad to say that, though he has tried to teach me several times, I can only play about 4 chords. Which isn’t too bad. Except I could never get strumming down. Disgraceful, I know.
13. My Hunk was the first boy I ever kissed, and Lord willing he will be the last.
14. One of my dreams has been to open up a bed and breakfast. I love making food for people and I love making a cozy place for them to stay. I would love it. And I would make it affordable, but really nice so that people who may not be well off (like us) could still be able to take a romatic getaway and not break the bank, or have to settle for somewhere mediocre.
15. Another thing that The Hunk and I would like to do someday is to buy a small 2 to 3 bedroom house and fix it up really nice, then rent it to families who are not so well off (again like us) for really cheap. It is very hard to find somewhere nice to live when you do not have a lot of money. This would obviously happen after we bought our own house, and you know, won the lottery.
16. My most favorite movie of all time is a little known musical called “Seven Brides for Seven Brothers”. I’m certain that before I bought it on VHS I probably rented it from Blockbuster 357 times. Because I love it so much I bought it for my Sister-In-Law when I was first married to my husband. She is a musical lover herself, but now that I know her better than I did then, and know her movie tastes—I don’t think she really liked it–did you Nan?
17. I didn’t get my ears pierced until I was 18. My mom’s rule was that we couldn’t pierce our ears until we were 16 (so that we would be responsible enough to take care of our ears, or something like that). I bemoaned this rule until I hit 15 or so, then I didn’t care anymore. It was a spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment, peer pressure laded decision to do it when I was 18. After I had the Blue-Eyed Boy I was too depressed to care about fixing myself up so my earring holes grew shut. I just had them re-pierced again at age 25. And just so you know (because I know you care) the Red-Haired Girl will have this rule as well.
18. Sometimes I feel like my life is all a dream. Like I am going to wake up at any moment and find myself once again the scared, unloved, party-hard little 18 year old I left behind the day I accepted Christ as my Savior.
19. I’ve made hundreds, if not thousands of knitted dishcloths for friends and family and clients. The sad thing is: I don’t have any in my own kitchen because I don’t have time to make some for myself.
20. I own 21 cookbooks. And I still want more.
21. I love funky socks. There is nothing more boring than a pair of plain old white socks. Too bad they’re cheaper. My funky sock love has had to be set to the back-burner for the past few years.
22. I am awful at math. And I mean AWFUL. Simple addition and subtraction will have me running for the calculator. It’s embarrassing.
23. I was once apprehended by the F.B.I. (I was 16). It sounds more interesting than it actually was, so I am going to leave it at that. But I will say that I have never been so terrified in my whole life as when a couple of very important looking strangers-in-suits stopped me and knew me by name. If you’re thinking Men In Black, you’re right on. Although there was no Will Smith.
24. I can say the alphabet backwards. Fast. And without thinking. I can say it backwards as well as I can say it forwards.
25. I always feel like a movie star whenever I wear sunglasses.
Okay, there we go. Now you know way more about me than you already did (or even wanted to?) but that’s what you get for reading my blawg.
Now I am going to tag: Coco, Rob, and Kat.
I can’t wait to read yours!