My friend Sarah tagged me to blog 6 random things about myself.
Here are the tagging rules:
1. Post the rules on your blog
2. Write 6 random things about yourself
3. Tag 6 people at the end of your post
4. If you are tagged, DO IT and pass it along
1. I have a "stay-home-mom" uniform. Truly, I wear the same basic
thing every day with variation in color only….it is a ribbed tank top
from Old Navy with yoga capri pants and flip-flops. Ask Joel, hec, ask
anyone who comes to my house in the middle of the week unannounced. To
complete the look, my hair is in a ponytail and I have on no makeup.
No, I don't put on makeup to go to the grocery store or Target or to
run errands. Why bother? I have two small children under the age of
3….people look at me sympathetically already. Why pretend that I
have it all together? By time daddy comes home, mascara will be
smeared down to my nose, my hair will have stiff "spit up" crusts in
it, and my shirt will have who knows what from whatever was consumed by
the children since breakfast. The uniform just works.
2. I wore a back brace in high school. I have scoliosis and
wouldn't you know it? A back brace was prescribed my first year of
high school…PUBLIC high school….I went from being a uniform-wearing
(maybe that's where it came from?) eigth grader in a small, 18-person
class, to a public high school filled with clothing options, mandatory
gym class, completely new peers and a back brace. It was terrifying!
I wore that thing 18 hours a day my freshman and sophomore year. It
went from my neck all the way down to my hips; I wore a man's
undershirt underneath the thing to prevent chaffing! My back pack
often got caught on it; it was impossible to slouch; guys would jam
their fingers trying to flirt and "poke" me in my stomach; I creaked
when I walked; slumber parties turned into "let's try on Em's back
brace and lay on the floor to see who can get up the fastest." Did I
also mention that I wore braces and had an interesting jaw contraption
that looked like shock absorbers in my mouth? I was the bionic woman
for roughly two years.
3. Everyone reminds me of someone I already know. I inherited this
trait from my mother. Truly, when we meet a new person the
conversation goes, "I looked at so-and-so today and you know who they
remind me of? SUCH-AND-SUCH! Yep, just like them! Except that their
hair is different and they speak with a Southern accent. Don't you
think?" There you have it. Now, let me share my newest one with you.
Here goes…..I looked at Sarah Palin today and you know who she
reminds me of? BONNIE HUNT! Yep, she looks just like her! Except
that her hair is brown instead of blonde and she wears glasses. Don't
4. I am addicted to dessert and have gotten pretty creative when
there's slim pickins. Desperate times call for desperate measures. My
standards are frozen chocolate chip cookie dough, ice cream, brownies
or some kind of pie. So, let's say the cookie dough is polished off
and momma needs to go to the grocery store. Step into my pantry….got
chocolate chips? Sugar? Oatmeal? Waffles? Bread? Cinnamon? Canned
or fresh fruit? Peanut Butter? Ok, good. There are several options
here. Why not make a mini-cobbler with the fruit- top it with brown
sugar, cinnamon and butter…sprinkle with instant oatmeal and
microwave. Melt the chocolate chips with some milk to thin it out and
pour it over a toasted waffle that is spread with peanut butter. Or,
if you have vanilla ice cream, that would work too. Why not make a
piece of cinnamon toast or try your hand at home made sugar cookies
instead of the Pillsbury kind? ….And throw in some chocolate chips.
If you have those little guys, you're well on your way.
5. I can't dance. Really can't. Wish I could- aspire to be cool
and smooth about the whole thing, but it is lacking. Joel won't go
with me to take lessons, so I'm afraid I'll always be the girl at the
table eating her second piece of wedding cake instead of droppin' it
like it's hot out on the dance floor….
6. I am very silly- borderline crazy. Not surprising my toddler is
as well. Not crazy in a bad way, but wild-and-crazy in a
people-don't-always-get-it thing. For instance, I write songs for my
children about everything. Yet another trait I inherited from my
mother. It can be about anything: eating, sleeping, driving, bathing,
animals, friends, etc. Let the titles speak for themselves (thank you,
Nana, for writing some of these and passing them along):
"Have a Little Drink Bear"
"Riding in the Big Car with My Mom"
"A Punkin is a Punkin"
"Witches aren't Real" (from the Halloween repetoire)
"Night Night Song"
Here are the people I'm tagging:
5. Becky G.
6. Becky K.