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!
