Since my blog posts are forwarded to my facebook account, I thought I’d write it here so you guys could enjoy it, too. Cuz I know you will.
- I was born on Labor Day. Thought that was appropriate. Though, it was only 12:23 in the morning, so most of the labor had been the day before.
- It annoys me to know that people are using new shampoo bottles before the old ones have been completely used up. I mean, come on, I want to try that new scent/formula, too, but I prefer a non-cluttered shower.
- I think too far ahead sometimes. I make up preventative rules for the kids that my husband doesn’t enforce, like “Don’t play on that rickety end table with the lamp on it, or you will go to your room.” He doesn’t understand the logic, and neither do they. I also get snippy when I see people using too much of something (milk, jelly, etc) and I know we have days to go until grocery shopping.
- I have never read “Little Women,” or any of the “Little House” books.
- I like to see what we can eliminate from the grocery list. It makes me feel giddy to know we don’t need to buy diapers, wipes, bread, cereal, cream of ________ soup, etc. (By using reusable, or making my own).
- I didn’t take a shower today until 3pm because I wanted to throw in a load of laundry first and I really didn’t want to sort the laundry because I knew how many times Olivia had wet her pants in the past few days. I think this goes back to the “thinking too far ahead” thing.
- I think I’m having an allergic reaction to dish water. My left hand is breaking out. It’s quite painful at times. Do you know any dermatologists out there that will write me a doctor’s note that I could use to get out of doing dishes?
- When I was little, I’d ride our Tennessee Walker bareback. It was exhilarating. I miss horses.
- I move too much. The thought of a person spending their whole life in one school system, let alone city, is foreign to me. But very desirable. I have a hard time connecting with people because I see them as temporary.
- I cry entirely too much when I’m pregnant. I can’t even watch an episode of The Biggest Loser without tearing up. I’m pathetic.
- I’m the middle child, but my older brother is mentally younger than me, and my younger brother lived with his father after the divorce, so I have no idea where I fall in the birth-order-scheme of things.
- I love being pregnant. The second trimester is my favorite. You’re not sick and tired; you’re not huge and achy. And the baby kicks are cute and tiny.
- I’m convinced my kids are the most beautiful, adorable, intelligent, talented, amazing kids on the planet. Even though Olivia just held her finger and thumb an inch apart and told me that’s how much she loved me.
- When I play Two Truths and a Lie, my lie is always that I shaved my arms in middle school.
- My truths are that we had a goat named Matilda and I was a model in high school (until I moved – could have been famous!)
- If I would have started kindergarten when I was five instead of four, and if Josh would have started when he was five instead of six, we never would have met. (I didn’t meet him until we were Juniors in high school.)
- In high school, I: played soccer on the boy’s team (there was no girl’s), ran the 1600m in track, was a jester in Madrigals, sang second alto in choir, played Eulalie McKecknie Shinn in the Music Man.
- I’m realizing I should have split up #17. I’d be practically done if I’d done so.
- I know more about grammar than a normal person. (English majors don’t count as normal people). (I didn’t major in English). It’s because I had to take my sophomore English class three times. I refused to write essays and therefore failed twice. Now I keep a blog and write regularly. If my teachers could see me now…
- While we’re talking about grammar: it annoys me when people say, “with [insert noun] and I”. Please use “me” when it’s the object of a preposition. You wouldn’t say “with I”, would you? “Come to the mall with I! It’ll be fun!” It’s like people have been taught that “me” is informal and “I” is formal. They’re afraid they’ll look dumb by using the word “me”.
- But I am by no means an expert and make many grammatical errors myself. Please don’t point them out to me.
- I can’t stand uncooked cheese. Even worse: Velveeta. The texture is just creepy.
- I love to cook. Mostly because my husband loves to eat.
- If I could have one wish, I would want a close, loving family that honors God.
- I love gummy candy more than anything. Next on the list is any fruit-flavored candy. Then chocolate. But I have none of that in the house right now. So I’m going to go make myself some toast and jam.
I cry at the biggest loser now. I cry at commercials. I am not pregnant. You are totally normal 🙂
And I cook because Matt will eat just about anything. I made a recipe with Velveeta last week and man, I was completely freaked out by the texture.
Velveeta is about the grossest cheese want to be product out there! 🙂 And I’m pretty sure we could be best friends just based on the gummy candy.
“I have a hard time connecting with people because I see them as temporary.”
I can so relate to that as an Army brat!
Don’t worry. My husband tears up during the Biggest Loser, and he, obviously, isn’t pregnant.
I love your little list. I have several comments, but not much time. I just wanted to announce: I’m a mommy! Clara Joy was born on Sunday morning. You can read more about it on our blog with pictures.
I’m just so thankful and overjoyed and wanted to share the news with you!
i love you for #20!! you know what an objective pronoun is! and as a former english major (i actually tried to resist it), i actually get the not-normal thing! 🙂 i think it’s from all the habitual grammar-correcting i do in my head.
and velveeta…. so scary.
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