Livin’ Life On The Lamb

Well, more about US actually, but it’ll take some time to get there. I was tagged with one of those “Tell Us 100 Things About You” tags, so rather than make a lame,huge blog about it, I’ll just make a lame, huge page about it. More about my Hubby and Kid (and a decent pic) to follow.

1. I love scary movies. Really! Any scary movie that isn’t rated “R” I will watch. I also love all of M. Night Shamalamanramalammadingdong’s movies (The Villiage, Unbreakable, The Sixth Sense).

2. I can’t stand to blow my nose. I will sniff and sniff and sniff until I can’t sniff anymore. Only then will I force myself to get a tissue and blow my nose. Something about the snot and the blowing and the snot. Just. Gross.

3. My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant with baby number 2 for about 22 months now. It’s been hard to have only one kid when we planned on four. And all this waiting? And trying to figure out what in the heck is wrong with me? Not fun. I know it will happen when it is supposed to happen, and I’m ok with that, it’s just really hard to wait.

4. I have two toothbrushes and I can’t use the same one twice. I.E. If I used the blue one at night, I have to use the green one in the morning, then blue, then green. I also can’t have a toothbrush for more than a month at a time. In fact, going for a month (FOUR WHOLE WEEKS, PEOPLE) is usually pushing it a little far. Needless to say, we buy our toothbrushes at Costco.

5. Ahem, I also alternate the toothpaste from a.m. to p.m. Hey, different toothpastes do different things!

6. For those who don’t know me personally, I have been married for 5 years to the most amazing man on this planet. He is incredible and I wouldn’t be the woman I am without him. We celbrated our 5 year anniversary on March 1st. I was very, very sick and he had to work, but he brought home dinner and flowers, what more could a girl ask for? We have a 3 year old boy who has red hair and glasses. I am constantly reminded that he “looks like that kid from Jerry McGuire”, but cuter, of course.

7. I will be 30 this year. Really! I think this means that I can’t wear my hair in funny, scrunched up pigtails anymore, huh? I have two friends that are going to treat it like it’s the end of the world for me. Ahem…they are both close to 40…(hey, 34 is closer to 40 than it is to, um, 18!).

8. We just bought our first home in January of last year. We LOVE it. It’s very fun to paint and decorate any where in the house any way we choose. The only hard thing is that out here, the dirt is dry and white and powdery, so it’s hard to get anything to grow. But the inside of my home is exactly the way I want it!

9. When I’m all alone and just doing stuff on the computer, I really like to chew my gum loudly. LIKE A COW. I chomp and chaw and smack and pop bubbles loudly and just make a disgusting pig of myself. I think this is because as a child I was not aloud to chew gum (or anything else for that matter) with my mouth open. My dad would even make my friends spit out their gum if they chewed it loud! Though at the time I was embarrased, I’m glad for the lesson, cuz, I mean, chewing with your mouth open and popping bubbles and all that stuff, totally rude! So, thanks Dad.

10. I don’t think there is any possible way that I can tell you 100 interesting things about myself and not bore.you.to.absolute.tears.

11. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to give talks in church. Many have found this to be a very odd quality. It wouldn’t be the first one.

12. When I am stressed or am having a bad day, I love to just sit at the table and color. Doesn’t matter what book it is and I don’t like to color with crayons, but with colored pencils and a sharpener handy to keep the points up. I’m also not that great, but it’s very relaxing to me. Mr. B, on the other hand, does not like to color. He will color a small spot, then ask for the glitter, stickers, scissors, or hole punches to make his masterpiece more “special”.

13. See that header up there? The one with me and my brother duking it out on “Rock ‘em, Sock ‘em Robots”? He’s mad because I keep sockin’ his robot’s head off. It’s a wonderful Christmas memory to me because I could NEVER beat my brother at ANYTHING while we were growing up. He has always whooped my booty at sports, school, and just about anything else. I can’t tell you how good it felt to keep knockin that robot’s head off. Silly that something like that should give me a sense of accomplishment!! : )