Answer to Rach's tag...

In answer to Rachel's tag here are a few things about me that most people don't know...just hope I still have a couple friends after this:

1) Water. I love to get a glass of water to drink, but I never drink the whole thing. Then a couple hours later when I'm thirsty again, instead of grabbing the glass of water that I just had, I'll go get a new glass because that other water is now old. The way I think of it is like this: who really knows what is in the tap water? And whatever is in there has just had time to sit still and multiply...plus it collects dust. EEWWWW! My all time favorite bottled water is Fiji. And yes, you can taste a difference in bottled water.

2) I HATE people touching/using my things. This does not mean a plate or blanket, I'm talking about my personal things such as my clothes and makeup. LeeAnn, you should remember what I'm talking about. :) My friends in high school were afraid to use my things. This goes along with the fact that sometimes I'm messy, but I still know where everything is. Really.

3) On the opposite side of Rach, I'm addicted to Advil. I LOVE it. I use it for every ache and pain and I'm pretty sure I'll soon become immune.

4) I, like Heather, talk in my sleep. But unlike Cory, Todd has actually had conversations with me. And I think my mom has, too. I also have a lot of dreams that come true later on. One time I was eating breakfast and I remembered I had this dream I was doing and thinking this. Then I thought I would out smart my dream and think of something random to throw it off, so I thought of the random word "airplane"... but that was in my dream, too. Weird.

5) In high school I was bit by a fiddle-back spider. It was this huge sore on my leg and left a scar. Gross, huh?

6) I am DEATHLY afraid of really deep water. Not deep water in a pool, but deep water in the ocean or lakes. You can't pay me to get in for long periods if at all. Who knows what's down there? When I went snorkeling in Hawaii, Todd and I went to deep and I practically had a panic attack until I was back on shore. I really couldn't breath and I was shaking...I'm really afraid of sharks in the ocean. Yes, I know the odds of me getting eaten, but if there it's even 1 in 1000, I'll be that 1. Even at Lake Powell I had a hard time. Yeah, it's irrational, but it's still real. And valid.

So that's it. Sorry it was boring, but I had my duty to answer Rachel. (Plus she is having a baby soon and I don't want her to be mad at me so I can hold her the most :)