8 things
I've been tagged by Melissa...
So here's eight more things that you're sitting on the edge of your seat to know about me.
1. I only think of myself as thin when viewing old photos, but when the photos were taken I didn't think I was thin.
2. I've been fat. Especially after the births of all my boys.
3. I'm getting more and more squeamish as the years go by. I can't stand to see any sort of cutting or stabbing of skin and needles freak me out. Now I can't stand to talk about a lot of dicing and tugging of skin, it makes me sort of light headed and nauseous. I think it's linked to being poked, prodded and cut too many times during pregnancies.
4. My husband scares me all the time. He floats into the room and says, "Hi" and I jump out of my skin and swing from the light fixture. He says he doesn't do it on purpose, but I don't believe him.
5. I am terrible at memorizing songs, so I just make up the words and this drives my oldest two kids crazy. They're constantly correcting me, "No Mom, it's blah, blah, blah" then I retort by making the songs really stupid which irritates them even more like Jon Bon Jovi's new song Make a Memory, I like to sing, "You wanna make a memooooory, you wanna make a scraaaaap booooo ooooh, ooook, you can sing a melodeeee, and I can take another looook".
6. I hate sports, I hate sports, I hate sports. I'm trying to fake my way through life that I'm interested in all the sports that my kids play, but honestly I'd rather be anywhere on earth than stuck in a gymnasium for two hours watching a game. I also hate talking about sports, shopping for sports equipment and driving my kids to practices. There's no end to the amount of sports my kids play. However, their father loves to 'play', he's up for a game of 'whatever' anytime-anywhere-anyhow with anyone and I appreciate his love for the game so here I am stuck in The Big Wide World of Sports for an eternity.
7. I haven't been to a hair salon since Easters. Whenever I think about that it reminds me of the movie Nacho Libre when the priest says, "I've had diarrhea since Easters", my family uses that line a lot.
8. I'm excruciatingly opinionated, but not competitive. I'm loud, but need a quiet house. I love to see the sunrise, but hate to get out of bed. I love to organize, but hate to make my bed. I can't put anything away unless it's done properly, but I wad up my pajamas and throw them in a drawer. I'm free, but I'm captive. I'm brave, but I'm chicken. I'm just getting started, but I'm done.
7 comments:
I like that image of Jon Bon Jovi scrapbooking. I hear he sells Stampin' Up and Creative Memories when he's not on tour:o)
I feel your pain on #6. In fact, I feel it far too often. The only thing worse than sitting on hard bleachers for 4 hours during a gymnastics or wrestling meet and watching everyone else's kids compete too is listening to my 10yo babble about what everyone else is doing for their routine. This is usually followed by her *showing* me different elements from the rest of the team's floor routines. She knows when I'm not watching/listening, too. I've considered sending her to public school so I don't have to hear about everyone else's routines any more.
#8 sounds very Alanis Morisette. We're all full of these little contradictions, don't you think?
I just came across your blog... I love your writing style. I just breezed through the first 2 pages of your blog and your family is beautiful.
Have a great week!
Brittany
You are a gigantic freakazoid AND you are a GIGANTIC FREAKAZOID - love your big sister - Shell.
Ohhh... I'm so glad you played!! Ü See -- I never would have known those things about you -- unless you spilled your guts. You did it so gracefully too. Nice job!
Your sister isn't calling you a very nice name b.t.w. Why is that? (In CAPS, I might add).
Amen to #6. And #8! Do you iron? I don't iron. I bought an iron a few years ago when my grandmother came to visit, but no one ever used it. Also, I never make my bed. Yet I still think of myself as a neat freak.
Go Hawks!!!
I didn't know that about sports!!! Very interesting! Do they play soccer?? I can NOT tolerate most of them...but my 2nd daughter played soccer for the first time this year...I loved it! I think it's the action..no stopping! Thanks for listing your 8 things!
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