One of the most fun ladies I know, Suzie, tagged me last week. I have to tell five things about me that may not be known. All weekend, I have been fretting over this. I am such a blabber mouth that I couldn't believe that there would be anything left about me that people may not know. Please remember that I apparently have no shame or dignity.
So, after much thought, tossing out the boring and the wild lies, I came up with my fab five.
1. Zack & I have very seriously considered living on a farm. Unlike Suzie, it's not for the love of animals. We are always worrying about if our children are learning to appreciate the value of hard work. Sure, they have chores, but come on, cleaning out stalls, milking a few cows, and harvesting crops - now that's hard work! I guess the only thing that is stopping us, is that I don't want to have to do all of the work either!
2. I would love to have a natural disaster. Preferably a huge blizzard. I know, I know – what a nut, right? Well, maybe not something that would kill people or destroy homes, but something like Buffalo, NY gets every year. I would love to have a time where everything closes down and we are all left to our own devices. Electricity out for a couple of days and no one able to go anywhere . I am so ready for it (so I say). The only conditions I have are – I need to know about it before it hits, we all need to be in our homes when it arrives, and our water supply has to be unharmed (at least for the toilets – Ewwww).
3. Every once in a while, when life gets too out of control and overwhelming, I like to sneak a few drags off of my thumb. I sucked my thumb until I was 12. It was never in a public place, though. It's just so yummy and comforting. I just can't allow it to become a habit again or let it ruin my teeth.
4. I'm a road rage –aholic. I am not ever obviously mean or anything, I just excel in the art of subtlety. If I see a moron speeding and weaving through cars behind me, I'll take matters into my own hands. I will match my speed and position to the car next to me to box out said moron. Or, if someone is tailgating me when I am already going too much over the speed limit (and not in the left lane) I slow way down gradually to about 10 miles per hour under the speed limit - this way they don't see any brake lights. I love it and they get so mad. Sometimes, when I discover that I have picked on the wrong moron - you know the kind – they appear "criminal" looking, I yell to the kids to rock back and forth as fast as they can. A moving target is harder to hit, right?
5. This is awful, but so cool. Whenever the kids are in another room and Zack and I are eating something like pretzel sticks, French fries, or candy canes, we look at each other and pretend to smoke. I know – we are going to be thrust down. It is so funny and very taboo. It almost turns into a little competition to see who can look the most realistic. Flicking the "ashes", blowing smoke rings, stepping them out when we're done all adds to the effect. Classy right? Just kidding about the so cool part. I wonder if this will get me released from my calling. I guess not if the 2 nd counselor of the bishopric is also pretending to smoke with me.
So I am now tagging Jessica E. , Erika, Jeana , Sarah, Devony, Shaunell, and Brooke & Matt.