Twenty One Things:
1: I’ve NEVER been a “typical” girl. I’ve dabbled in what I call “typicalness” but never jumped both feet. I love to buy cute shoes (wedges are my fave), sexy and cute clothes, and a shit load of make-up; but rarely will you find me wearing any of it. Putting deodorant on is a challenge! I typically wear jeans, tennis shoes, sweatshirts and my hair in a ponytail. When I do put my “face on” and wear me some “cutesie” clothes it’s rarely “just because”. About the only thing real girlie is the fact that I love romantic comedies.
2: My mother always said that I was either going to be a truck driver or a sailor (mainly because of my potty mouth and my love for strong drinks) but she said nothing about marrying one (got me a now retired sailor)! One who rarely cusses, rarely drinks, and has no tattoos.
3: I am a closet attention whore. I want it, it being everything, to be ALL ABOUT ME. I want people’s full attention when they are around me. I want people to take into consideration how I might feel before decisions are being made that will affect me. As we all know, it's NEVER all about one person ALL the time. I understand this and accept it...but when no one is looking I throw an "It's all about me party." It's a great party...and I have a boat load of fun...my party for one!
4: I’m lazy. Yeah-you read that right. Given the opportunity I would be one lazy mo-fo. I wouldn’t do nothing. Nada. Zilch.
5: I have a terrible perception of time and quite often lose track of time very easily. What seems to me like 15 minutes is in reality 45 minutes.
6: On my wedding day, as I turned the corner to walk down the aisle, I saw my life flash before my eyes and I proceeded to bawl my eyes out. To this day that moment haunts me and I wonder“did I make the right decision!??” There is no guide for a “good marriage”; there is no “happily ever after”; But there IS a LOT of compromise. We just celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary and I still feel sorry for the SOB. Out of all the people in the world to marry he got me. Of course, he very well could be saying the same thing (“that poor girl never saw it comin! Out of all the people in the world to marry she got me!”).
7: The doctor says I’m 5 foot 4 and my driver’s license says 5 foot 6. My hubs says he’s 5 foot 9 but is only 2 inches taller than me. Who do YOU believe? J
8: I enjoy doing family history. Over the last 15 years I’ve stayed up late countless nights attempting to “trace the family roots”. I think I’ll save up to pay someone ELSE to trace the roots and report back to me.
9: I have a lousy sense of humor. I grew up in a very strict, uncomfortable house. We were never encouraged to laugh and jokes were always on us. Much of “it” carried over into adulthood. I’ve never learned the art of humor and when I try to be “funny” it doesn’t always come across as “funny”.