5 Weirdo Things About Me :)

I’ve been tagged by Danielle Meehan (Mom). Once you have been tagged, you have to write a post with five facts about yourself. Then choose five people you want to tag and list their names. Then leave a comment on their blog letting them know they’ve been tagged.

The problem? I think that everyone that I read has already been tagged. So I will do this because it’s fun, but I don’t have anyone else to tag.

1.) I like to have everything neat and cleaned before I can sit down to relax. I’m trying really hard to work on this, but like after dinner, I can’t run and play with the kids until all of the dishes are done and everything is cleaned up. So hubby goes downstairs and plays with them while I clean up. I think it stems back to the fact that growing up our house was always a disgusting mess (my parents’ house is still this way). The worst thing is that my parents blamed us kids for the mess, so we had to clean (and yes, I mean bathrooms and kitchen floors) every week. They don’t like the fact that I point out to them that their house is just as messy now and we no longer live there. I also know that this is going to make finding a “chore” balance for the kids hard…I resent my parents for making me do as much work as they did, so I tend to want to do everything for my kids. But I am working on that!

2.) I like my ice cream melted a little. If I get it right out of the freezer I put it in the microwave for a couple of seconds so that there’s a little “ice cream soup” in the bowl.

3.) I love to do a lot of things that I’m not very good at :) I LOVE to cook, and while I’m good at it, I’m not very creative, so everything has to come directly from a recipe. And on those lines of weirdness, I usually never make the same thing twice (unless we’re talking sautéed chicken with vegetables or something like that). But it’s something my husband hates…I find a recipe that we all love, and I never make it again. I figure there are so many recipes out there for me to try, why do the same one over again? Anyway, back to the love and not good at…I love to style hair and put make-up on – but again, not very good at it. I also love scrapbooking, but I just don’t feel that I’m creative enough to do the really good books, and I love sewing but I’ve only used my machine once because I really don’t know how to do it. I could go on and on, but you get the picture!

4.) I hate wearing shoes in a house. Which is why my parents’ house kills me…I don’t wear shoes and my socks get all gross, but I HATE WEARING SHOES INSIDE. So the first thing I do when I walk into someone’s house is take my shoes off, and they are all polite and tell me that I don’t have to, and then I tell them that no, I really want to. And then I hate it when people come over to my house because they see me in my socks so they take their shoes off and I tell them they don’t have to, I just like my shoes off and they don’t believe me. OK, secretly I’m glad they take their shoes off because my house stays neater :) I do however no longer enjoy not wearing shoes outside, so even in the summer I have to have shoes on when I’m outside the house.

5.) I’m cold all of the time, and I hate it! BUT….I like it to be cold when I’m sleeping so I can snuggle under the covers without getting hot. Hubby programs our thermostat to go down at night and then back up during the day. But seriously, I’m always cold, and so are my sisters…which makes me wonder….does where you’re born affect your temperature adaptability? We were all born out in Las Vegas…hmmm?

6.) I know I’m only supposed to do 5, but I’m on a roll!!!

7.) My daughter was conceived in Las Vegas. My whole family went out there for a vacation and we had been trying for about 4 months after the miscarriage and I was always so good…no drinking or heavy caffeine or anything like that. But while we were in Vegas we said “screw it!” we were going to have a great time. It just happened to be that magical time of the month and even though we were sharing a room with my sister and her boyfriend, we managed some time in it alone and ta-da, we have a baby! We called her “Lucky” throughout the pregnancy because we always said that we came out of Vegas the luckiest people in the world :) My dad got a picture frame in Malaysia that’s carved with “Lucky” and it has a picture of me in the hospital holding my daughter…one day she will ask me why she was called “Lucky” and will be so grossed out when I tell her :)

OK, I’ll stop now, but I seriously could keep going :)