Have I Ever Told You?

Have I ever told you...

That I really love to garden. It has become an all-consuming obsession lately.

I've been to virtually every state in the country, thanks to the National Auctioneers Association's conventions.

I have what I consider an excellent sense of reading people and their intentions... 

I wish I would listen to it more often.

Sometimes, I deliberately don't tell people my last name when introducing myself.

I got my foot caught in an escalator in Kansas City when I was little. An escalator repair man who was on vacation saved my foot... And probably my life.

I have a huge scar on my leg from a bike accident when I was in grade school. 32 stitches later...

I'm still a klutz!

 

Both of my best girl friends live in Florida, and I'm such a slacker to only get down there maybe once a year.

I am a compulsive online shopper. My husband thinks I need help. I think I'm just bored.

{hey, you can get free shipping!! that costs less than gas... am I right?!}

I get my eyes from my mother, and my nose from my father.

I don't have many friends that are girls. I believe quality is more important than quantity.

My best friend in the entire world is my husband, and I would rather spend every. single. day. with him than have a million girlfriends.

I have a tendency to over-analyze everything during conversation, from tone of voice to a facial expression.

My husband and I met during finals week... At a bar. Oops.
{can't wait to explain that one to B...}

We met, had our first date, and introduced each other to the family all in the same week.

90% of my wardrobe is either navy blue, black, or beige.

I have a real issue with remembering to eat regular meals... Like, I totally forget to eat lunch most days.

 My husband swears that he doesn't want more children, but I would love to adopt a baby with special needs.

I really hate that people judge me now by who I was in high school, or by which high school I went to... Especially people who have never even left this area. C'mon people. Seriously? It's been over ten years.

I try really hard not to judge other moms, so I have a very frustrating intolerance for those moms that make really ignorant comments about situations involving other mothers.

That's right, you just poked Momma Bear!

I hate the whole concept of a "clique," especially in a working environment

...and I usually go out of my way to NOT be associated with one. {even if I like the people in it}

I despise the "pot-stirrer" type {you know, the people that try to get everyone else worked up over something that isn't any of their business?}... And I usually find it my own personal task to figure out why they are so unhappy that they have to do the things they do. It makes me feel better.
Then I can ignore their actions, because I feel sorry for them. Then I pray for them to find happiness.

I love staying at home with B, but I am dying to get back into pediatrics... I can't help it. I swallowed the blue pill.

I usually avoid controversy at all costs... Unless you poke Momma Bear.

I act a lot tougher than I really am.

I get really stressed out about being the "perfect" mother. I pretty much beat myself up for hours if I forget the simplest thing in B's diaper bag.

Allen and I can't go to bed angry at each other. We've tried... One of us always caves. 

Even if it's the middle of the night.

We were thisclose to moving to Jacksonville a few months ago. Seriously, thisclose.

We still haven't sold our house in Indy... I wonder if it's a sign that we should move back. 

Allen thinks I'm crazy.

I have major regrets about the friendships I left behind in Indy. Truthfully, it still hurts to talk to them because I miss them so much. :(

I could "blog surf" for hours sometimes. I love finding new blogs!

I stalk fashion blogs.

I am such a tomboy. I wish I could be more "girly"...

Every day, I find myself wishing that B and I will have one of those incredible Mother-Daughter relationships that make other people swoon. :)

 I really miss being "anonymous" in the grocery store.

I hate surprises. I always ruin them! :(

I HATE politics... Like, absolutely despise it!! I feel like it has become such a negative thing... I just hate trying to classify your beliefs into two categories. You're either this or that? Ummm, no thank you. I have more important things to worry about right now, like, raising a child who has an open mind!

I come from a family that is obsessed with politics, so there's probably going to be a lot of flack for that one. ;)

I'm not Catholic, but my husband and daughter are.

I was raised Methodist, what some people call "Catholic-Lite." I'm still trying to figure out the difference.

This was fun... And I really love how honest this blog post has turned out to be! You should try it!

Happy Tuesday! 

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Have I Ever Told You?