Ok, so Kylie tagged me to do a blog entry on things you don't know about me. I have a few minutes while I am uploading some pics, so I will give it a try. I'm supposed to tag 7 other people--ha! I don't know 7 others that blog. I would love to see what Diane, Blake and anyone else who blogs, would have to say though.
1. I am a chronic list maker. I make lists because I can't always remember all the tons of things that need to be done or that I think need to be done, so I write lists. I have lists in notebooks, lists on my planner, lists on sticky notes, lists on the desk, lists in my purse, and when I worked, I always had several lists at work. Do I actually get all of those things done? Nope. So then I write a list to consolidate several lists, thinking that it will be more efficient and I will actually get more done.
2. I write things on my planner or lists (see item #1) that I have already done and then cross it out. For example, if I clean the bathroom or buy a birthday card for someone, I will write it on my planner then cross it off. I know, seems like a waste of ink, but hey, it makes me feel like I have really gotten something done that day.
3. I don't like my birthday. It has nothing to do with getting older (although, I can imagine at some point in the near future, that might become more of an issue). I had a mom and dad that really tried to make us feel special on our birthdays. We always had an amazing homemade cake, frequently we would have birthday parties that were really fun, we would get fun gifts. It was always so much fun as a kid to have a birthday. Well now that I am an adult, I have realized that not everyone in the world will give you the same kind of love and attention on your birthday that your mom will. So I try not to get my expectations too high, but I do because of my past. Then come birthday, and it is so sad. It just isn't quite the same. Then I feel awful for feeling like I didn't get enough attention. I know, its a weird cycle, but that is how it is.
4. I swallow my gum. Not all the time, but frequently. I know, I probably have 10lbs of chewed gum sitting somewhere in my stomach waiting to be digested (everyone knows that it takes like 6 months for gum to be digested). But I just don't care. I would rather swallow it and deal with the repercussions than spit it out in to a wrapper that I have to put in my purse. Then find the nasty surprise of chewed up gum stored in wrapper, just waiting for me to find in the bottom of my purse or bag.
5. I love to sing to the radio or without the radio. Hmmm, some of you probably already knew that but the real clincher is, I won't sing with the radio around other people very often because I just make up my own words. I can't ever tell what they are saying in the songs, so I sing what ever I think it sounds like---most of the time I am wrong. Cam will occasionally stop me and ask what was I singing. Most of the time, he just chuckles to himself and lets me live in my oblivion.
6. Cam was my first kiss. And the only guy I have ever kissed. Now just for my pride sake, let me say that it wasn't because guys didn't try. I learned some pretty sneaky ways to avoid being kissed. With a lot of the guys I went out with, it just kinda grossed me out to kiss them. Not Cam though, that must mean it is true love. :)
7. I am absolutely driven by guilt. Ask me at any given time and I could tell you that I was feeling bad or guilty about ..... There is always something. It is like the blood running through my veins. For example, right now, I am feeling very guilty for wasting time typing a blog entry instead of ironing or finishing up the laundry. It's kinda of annoying to others, I'm sure but that is just how I function. Guilt. (I was going to insert some interesting pics to make this blog look all cute and stuff but I just feel awful for taking so much time typing it that I can't take the time to put pics in it. I need to go do something else. Maybe something off of one of my lists!)
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