Playing catch-up with the last two days of the challenge!
[14] If you were only allowed to watch one movie for the rest of your life, what movie would it be and why?
I have multiple movies I watch on repeat. [Dreamgirls, Grease, Beauty and the Beast, etc].Some movies are like comfort food to me. Good for the soul, ya know? But my most recent obsession has been this -
Dudes, don't even play like you didn't [or don't] dig you some Disney. I love the music. Mandy Moore voices the lead and I've always been a huge fan of her voice. Doesn't matter what she sings, I just like her.
The husband tried to delete it from our DVR a few weeks ago and you would have thought he tried to cut off my left arm or something. It's a sweet story and it doesn't hurt that if Lillie gets caught up in it for a few minutes while I'm cooking dinner I don't have to worry.
[15] What's the best compliment you've ever received?
I guess I've never received a really great one, because I've pretty much blanked on this. I'll probably remember something awesome after I post this. [How it always seems to go down, am I right?] I also always have to ruin any real compliment by making fun of myself in some way. Which is what went down last night when the husband as trying to be a sweetheart.
We were getting ready to hit the sack for evening and got on the subject of high school. And he made some comment on how he looks better now that he did back then [for those of you who didn't know us in high school - the husband was a giant, walking stick. Actually we kind of both were.]
'02 bitches.
He then commented on the ol' girls and I was like dude, if I was back in high school you could say bye to these puppies. [Nothing like a lot little weight gain to go up a cup size or two, am I right?!]
And he was like "You're so much sexier now than you were then. You're a woman. There's nothing like a woman who knows what she wants and is willing to work hard for it."
Instead of saying Thanks, baby, you're the best man EVER. I chose to wipe toothpaste on his face. Classy, right? I'm just not comfortable with praise [I'm sure a lot of you can relate] so it seemed appropriate at the moment.
I should probably work on that. Or invest in more toothpaste.
[13] List your favorites: [I added some of my own!]
Quote:If God brings you to it, He'll bring you through it.
My sister actually has this tattooed on her shoulder. She has something like 10 tattoos [Is that right, Am?] and this is by far my favorite one. It's just a reminder that having a little faith can go a long way.
Food: Cheese. Does that count as like a real food? I mean, if it doesn't, it should. I buy shredded cheese in the lbs. Seriously. Also, if you ever come to my house and we don't have string cheese - grab a coat, because hell is about to freeze over.
Song: You Make My Dreams Come True. By Hall & Oates.
I actually have a lot of favorite songs [I'm a music whore], but this one is dear to me for one reason - Lillie. I think of Lillie every time I hear this song and whether it's from my iTunes, my CD player or just randomly playing in the background somewhere, it makes me smile. And dude, listen to that beat. You can't tell me you're not doing a head bob or a shoulder twitch right now. It's on every CD I burn [didn't know people still did that did you?] and every play list for my iPod I make.
Dance Move: The Running Man.
Blog post: My Baby Body post I wrote last year while struggling with the after effects of having a kid. It's a year later and I still struggle daily, but all the positive responses I received from it - astounding. I couldn't ask for better readers, friends & family.
Favorite hair color: Red
Favorite photo: I tried to find a favorite photo, but I don't have just one. Why? Because I have a kid and every photo of her is precious and it's so annoying. Besides, if I keep trying to search for just the right one, my fever will start acting up again. So these are the most recent and will have to do -
Favorite Funny Person: Without a doubt, the husband. I mean, sure, a lot of the times I want to punch him the esophagus but it's out of love, I promise. He has no problem doing something completely silly to make me laugh,
or has no problem with being the butt of my jokes. He's kind of awesome like that.
[11] What's one thing you would never change about yourself?
My personality.
I like that I understand the concept of 'a joke'. Even the twisted ones. I can say things like "OHMYGAWD, you make me want to punch babies!" and know I don't literally want to punch babies, but the image in my head is hilarious nonetheless. I mean, dude - flying babies, come on?
I'm a really good listener - I've learned that sometimes you learn the most about people when you just let them do their thing. Let the talk, even if you really want to stop them. Sometimes people just need an ear. And I have two, so why not share?
I love that I can laugh at myself when I've done something completely stupid. Example: the other night I was working on a baby shower present for the bestie, Emilie and I said something along the lines as, "I have to make sure I put the right fabric on the right letter N or it will be all off."
Which Emilie pointed out pretty clearly was insane because it didn't matter which N I worked on since all I'd have to do was flip the two N's and it would be fine. A good, hearty laugh was had by all.
[12] What are you most looking forward to in the next 6 months?
Meeting Tanner. I can't wait [wtf why am I tearing up?] to see my
Emilie & Justin hold their precious son for the first time. And, of course, to give him a ton of hugs & kisses. And not through Emilie's stomach, as that may be kind of weird.
Lillie's 2nd birthday. I have been planning since her 1st birthday when the idea struck us. [Yes, I'm that crazy that even after this, I was ready to celebrate another]. I've already made a number of purchases for the fiasco, and I'm excited to share the day with our family & friends.
The possibility of going on a cruise with the husband. Nothing is for certain yet, but I think it's fair to say it's happening! Any one want to go along?
My first half-marathon. I don't know if I'm exactly looking forward to running 13.1 miles, but I am looking forward to pushing myself to see what I'm capable of. And running kind of does it for me lately.
I don't generally get embarrassed easily, I mean, I do embarrassing
things on the daily but I'm a 'laugh at myself' type person. So,
if I happen to fall up the stairs
[which is surprisingly often], I'll sit there for a moment, gather my
composure, stand up and say something along the lines of 'Bippity Bop
can't make it to the top that way' hardy-hardy-har-har.
[Now that I think of it, I probably make it a lot worse than it already is...oops.]
Anywho, I've mentioned before how I just knew growing up that I would someday be a famous actress, right? Well, this has to do with that.
My first couple semesters of college I was a theatre major. I was convinced I was brilliant [living in a small town can sometimes do that to you] and figured everyone would be awed at my talent. [Foreshadow: Uh, not so much.]
One of the stipulations of my degree was that I had to try out for the 3 major productions if I wanted to participate in any of the productions throughout the academic year. No big deal, right?
There were 3 sectionsof the audition that we would have to participate in: acting, singing & dancing. Before I continue, let me share a little bit of information about myself - I do not sing. I do not dance. Well, I mean I do those things, but not well. And at 17, I certainly never did those things in front of people. [Now, I figure if you don't like my cat-in-heat mewing for a voice, then you can put some headphones on, because this girl is gonna jam.]
Yes, those are some of my 'real' dance moves.
Also, can someone tell me when the running man went out of style?
Disaster Area #1: Singing
I had picked out a song earlier in the day with some sheet music. I opted for a Disney tune. One that I adored. A few other girls did the same thing.
I listened to the song on repeat all day and tried my darndest to sound like Ariel. [I did not.] But as my 10pm audition time neared, I was feeling it. I knew I didn't sound great, but I thought hey, I can fake it. So, as I was talking to some other auditioneers - someone mentioned, they hate it when you don't have the lyrics memorized. So, I attempted to memorize all the lyrics because there was no telling when they would stop me [it never crossed my mind that they'd let me keep going, because like I said - I sound like a penguin gargling salt water] and they were only taking about 8 people on stage at a time. We all sat down in the chairs provided. And one-by-one we were called. I have to say, the amount of talent in the theatre community is unreal, I was definitely out of my element. But I stood up, handed my sheet music to the piano player and...
missed my cue.
The 3 judges [yes, it was set up exactly like American Idol so I can call them judges] allowed me to try again. I didn't miss my opening, but once I got past the chorus I completely blanked. I did not know the words. I did not know what to do. I just stood there. Mouth agape, tears beginning to fill my eyes as all 3 judges looked down a their papers and started to make notes. The piano player eventually caught on and stopped playing. It felt like hours. Hours. It was probably only a few bars. I managed to shuffle back to my seat and the girl sitting next to me gave me some great advice, "Don't let them see you cry. You did a great job and you should be proud of yourself." But uh, yeah, embarrassed to the max.
Disaster Area #2: Dancing
You saw my moves above. I can barely walk [hello, falling upstairs again!] much less move to a beat. I had never had any formal dance classes, I mean, unless you count the Macarena.
So, when they had about 10 of us at a time learn [and I use that term loosely] choreography for about an hour it doesn't need to be said, but I'll say it anyway - I was clueless. It was some type of mixture between tap and jazz and I think there was a turn in there somewhere and...I managed to trip over my own feet at least twice. Was there line dancing involved? Possibly. That's how un-talented I am.
By this time I had already armpit-sweated through my shirt. And I think I needed a piece of gum.
Caution Area #3: Acting
I actually don't feel bad about this part of the audition process, but seeing as it was nearing 1a.m. I'm certain my judgement was fairly skewed. I remember having to lay on a couch. It was all very dramatic.And incredibly uninspiring.
Results: No callback.
The whole scenario was just embarrassing. I can laugh about it now, but I remember leaving the performing arts building, unlocking the door to my car and silently crying in the driver's seat for a good 30 minutes before I even attempted to make it back to the dorm.
But hey, if one good thing came from this - I actually do know all they lyrics to Part of Your World now.
I have totally fallen behind on the challenge. Time to play catch-up my friends...
and no, I don't mean the condiment! [ba-dah-bing, ba-dah-boom!]
[9] Describe the best day of your life to date.
I know the typical answer as a mom is the day I had my child.But if there's anything you should know by now when reading this blog - I can be kind of honest. And honestly, Lillie's birth day was not my best day. It had some of my best moments, there's no doubt about that.
I held my beautiful baby girl in my arms for the very first time.
I saw my husband tenderly hold our little girl with so much love, it's indescribable.The picture can't even do it justice in that moment.
Alfred and I actually fist bumped while I was pushing because when we're supposed to be serious, we.simply.can't.
And as I watched my mother hold her granddaughter for the very first time, I understood every decision she made with regards to her children.
Like I said, great moments.
But let's look at this logically - I was holed up in a hospital, with no food, contractions that felt like Chuck Norris was roundhouse kicking me in the uterus every few minutes, and the realization that a watermelon was about to come out of the ol'cooter hole. Uh, no. Not the best day. All I wanted was some damn WingStop and sleep. Oh, and to not have an 8 lb 12 oz child being delivered from my nether regions.
[I got the WingStop, I did not get away with the no kid from the nethers.]
But I think that's what life is - no best days. Just moments.
Like dancing for the first time as husband and wife.
Graduating.
Being silly with my family, which isn't often since we don't live in the same state.
Random 'Mullet' nights.
Guitar Hero&Mullets. How a pregnant person parties.
Watching my best friend marry her best friend.
Going a little too far with a 1st Birthday Theme.
Being able to reminisce about our high school experience with my husband because that's where we met.
Some of my best days aren't because everything was perfect on that day, but because there were perfect moments scattered throughout.
[8] Describe "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" of yourself.
The Good
I'm sure if you've been reading for a while, it's like O-to the-M-to the-G, shut up about your adorably, amazing kid that is quite possibly the cutest thing to ever walk the face of the earth, but tough cookie. It ain't gonna stop any time soon.
I mean, she's my good. I'm sure I may have other 'good' attributes, but I'm not a huge bragger [unless, obviously, it comes to my kid] so I'm going to cop out and just go with her. She really does push me to be a better person, because I want her to be proud of me in a way I've never cared for anyone else too. I want her to be able to say, "Oh yeah, my mom is better than your mom because she said I could use the word butt and your mom said you couldn't!"
Making sure I don't forget who my #1 is. And Bubbles, the cat, is not it.
She helps remind me to not be selfish [even though not sharing the last bit of ice cream really does sound good in my head at the time], she helps remind me that sometimes just smiling at a random person can actually change someones outlook on the day [even though it doubles the amount of time we spend in the grocery store], she helps remind me of the every day joys of life that we all seem to learn to complicate over the course of growing up. Or just take for granite. She's the good I've brought into the world and she's what brings the good out in me.
The Bad
I kind of get wrapped up in my own life, so I can sometimes forget to reach out and maintain friendships. I don't do it on purpose. I just...I just do. I mean, it's like "Oh, let me call Susie because ....oohhhh something shiny!" Life is really distracting at times. Not an excuse, but it is what it is. I've been working on this because I hate it, but still it continues to happen. *sigh*
The Ugly
This picture of me at Lillie's 1st birthday. (Yes, we had a theme, [Lillie in One-derland] I don't *normally* dress as the Queen of Hearts.)
I mean, the obvious double chin & Satan eyes, I'm mustering up in this picture are definitely not doing me any favors. And while the photo above is me doing the ugly, I think it can also be a representation of how I [maybe everyone?] sometimes feel about myself. How in a moment I can go from being a rock star to feeling self-conscious and worthless based on a picture someone took that I don't think puts me in the best light. We really can be our own worst enemy. And I think with social media - facebook, twitter, heck, even blogging - we learn to portray ourselves how not only we want to be seen but how we want the world to see us. It's so easy to do.
You want to be thinner? Post pictures that portray you that way. Untag those that don't.
You want to be more adventurous? Post a status about how you just went skydiving [even if you didn't and all you did was watch people skydive]
You want to be smarter? Google that shit. [Totally guilty of this]
I really do try to just be me. But still, I only share with you what I want. I don't tell you how the other day I wanted to punch my awesome husband in the face because he made some smart-ass comment about how the dishes weren't done. I don't tell you about how I couldn't wait to go back to work after having Lillie, even though I'm supposed to say "Ohmygawd I miss my baby so bad!" I mean, now I do, but those first few months adjusting to motherhood were incredibly hard for me. Nobody, myself included, is perfect and yet it's so easy to pretend to be.
And it's those things that people don't post that we forget about. We see what we want. It's so easy to compare and say how horrible our lives are when we see someone talking about how they just went to England on whim and are having the time of their life. Or when someone posts "I'm so happy I got out of my hometown! I'm living the life!" And you're still in the exact same place 10 years later.
And that's just ugly to think less of yourself because of someone else. But it happens. And I'm way guilty of it.
I imagine we all are in some way.
Anyway, back to the funny [coping mechanism, much?].
I sometimes have a double chin and you know what, I rock the shit out of it. [Fake it till you make it right?]
[7] Recommend a book for us to read. Why do you think it's important?
Okay, I'm kind of a book whore. I go from this book, to that book, back to the first book and then I bask in my whore-y-ness by washing it all down with a big ol' glass of wine.
One of my recent conquests.
I've always loved to read. I can actually remember in 1st grade when it finally clicked for me that letters made words. I was in my Granny's house and I remember being frustrated like 2 seconds before and then all of a sudden - like a light switch - it was on. No turning back.
I go through stages, where I go through 2-3 books a week for a couple months and then I just stop. I get occupied by other things, or get major headaches because I get so excited reading that the book ends up 2 inches from my face so I have to force myself to stop for a bit. Whatever the reason is, it's where I'm most comfortable. The husband is not a reader and loves to either make fun of me for it [every time Harry Potter is in my hands - which is a lot, I love re-reading - he likes to prance around and say he's a wizard] or criticize my [lack of] cleaning the house skills while I'm occupied with a new adventure. I love my young adult, slutty romance novels and the occasional biography.
Oh hell, I got a little carried away. Anyways, on to the book I chose.
You know how they say you can't judge a book by the cover? Yeah, I kind of do. And the only reason I picked this book up was because it was textured like sprinkles on the cover. Lame, but true. But you know what, it doesn't matter - because it is an amazing story.
It's a memoir based on Cupcake Brown's life. She grew up in a rough neighborhood, was a lost foster child in the system, became pregnant - lost the baby because of other foster kids [I won't go into a lot of detail, because frankly it makes me cry and I also don't want to ruin it for you], became a prostitute, turned to drugs, but managed to turn it all around in the end. It's really an amazing story. And detailed. And just shows you that it doesn't matter what people may think of you - all that really matters at the end of the day is what you think of you. And how you can overcome your demons and be incredibly successful.
I seriously encourage every one of you to read this story. It's just awesome. If you're interested in it, I love it so much, I will actually let you borrow it. Seriously. Just tell me. I'll ship it wherever.
Which, now that I'm thinking of it, how cool would that be to have a challenge where we link up with other bloggers and share books we own? Sar, are you hearing this? I just made myself a genius!
[6] What's something you've always wanted to do but haven't? Why not?
I wanted to put something daring and adventurous down [so you'd think I was freaking amazeballs] like you know, skydiving or putting my head into an alligator's mouth and then lighting my hair on fire just to piss it off, but the fact is I don't really care to do anything like that. I mean, I'm sure if the opportunity came up I'd consider it. But, I'm not seeking those things out.
I guess the thought of doing something daring & adventurous kind of went down the drain for me as I got older and realized "Dudes, I could die." Also, perspective changes a little bit when you start thinking about the possibility of not being there for you kid when they may need you. [Darn you to the deepest hecks adulthood and responsibility!]
So, here's my lame attempt at answering the question.
I've always wanted to go to Disney World. That's right, I'm 26 and I want to go to effing Disney. Growing up we just never had the funds to do anything like that. The only times were able to go to any type of theme park was if it was a school field trip or we were lucky enough to have a friend whose family asked us to come along. And then when we got to a place where we probably could afford it - we decided to do adult things and like, buy a house. Get a car. Go to a bar, get shitty-ass drunk and tell someone they looked like they had a small weenie [true story]. And now, we just wait. Because if we go, we're bringing our kids. And we aren't going until our kids are old enough to appreciate it. My nearly 2 year old will be too busy looking at a shiny bug on the ground than notice Minnie Mouse is trying to give her a hug. We ain'ts playing that game my friends.
So, it will happen. We've just got to give it a little more time..
[5] If you could have dinner with any five people, who would they be?
I really like that this question doesn't specify if they have to be famous, dead, alive, real, fictional or any of the sort. But then again, I really don't like it because think of all the freaking possibilities!
[1] Future Lillie. I wouldn't try to ask specifics, but I would love to talk to her to see if I did right by her. Was she happy? Is she still happy? I think as a parent that's one of the biggest worries you take on - will what you do provide your son/daughter with what they need to lead a fulfilling life? All of the unknown, it's pretty terrifying when you start to really dwell on it. [Which is why I try to mostly think of poop jokes instead.] I mean, I'm cultivating a life right now. Weird. It would be wonderful to have just a smidgen of that worry lifted off my shoulders for even a small amount of time.
[2] Alfred's Grandma. She passed before I could meet her. She is the woman he holds all other women too. Whether intentional or not. The love he has for her and the effect she had on his life, I truly believe is one of the many reasons he's such a wonderful dad to Lillie. Seeing him talk about her the way he does, I hope that in the unfortunate event something happens to me, he'd talk about me in that same way to our Lillie.
[3] Alfred. Because there's no way in hell I'd be able to get away with seeing his Grandma without him being there. But I'd make it a total surprise, with like streamers and everything. I know, I know, I'm an awesome wife.Also, so he can ask Future Lillie who the better parent was and so she can answer "Duh, mom." [Uh, did I just lose awesome wife privileges? oops.]
[4] The girl with the umbrella. I was around 20 and speedwalking/running as fast as I could through campus to get to class because it was beginning to pour down rain. As I was trying to cover my head up with my bag, a woman [maybe late 20s, early 30s] stopped me, handed me her umbrella and said "Don't worry about it. Just meet me in the library after your class." She didn't give me a chance to say thank you, just ran off. I went to class, significantly more dry because of her and when I went to the library after to find her, she just wasn't there. I waited for as long as I could. Anyway, I passed that umbrella off a year or so later to an older gentleman walking along the side of the street. Even though it scared me half to death, not knowing what his reaction may be, but he just smiled and said "Bless you." I'd just like to tell her thank you. Not only did she help keep me dry, but she taught me that not all strangers are bad. That simple act really did [and still does] influence how I treat others.Who knew you could get a life lesson from an umbrella, right?
[5] You. Yes, you read that right. I'd love to meet you. Because
seriously you've got to be pretty messed up in the head if you're
reading this blog for any type of entertainment value. And I'd love to
know why. You, weirdo, you.
No one memory stands out that is above all others. So, I'll just throw a few that come to my mind first.
[1] Well, fine, I lied. This memory stands out. I don't know why really. Maybe it's just the simplicity of it. I was in 6th or 7th grade and watching television. Rocko's Modern Life to be exact. [Who remembers this show?!] My little sister and brother were there. And this [below] came on. We laughed. And we laughed. And we laughed. It's just so ridiculous. And we do love cheese. It's probably a good 15 years later and if I call either of them and just say chhhheeeeeesssseee we immediately laugh. It's one of my most treasured memories.
[2] My mom was/is a waitress. She worked her butt off trying to give her kids not only what they needed, but what they wanted. Even though she worked 2 or 3 jobs at a time and was dealing with alcoholism, she loved us fully and did what she could at all times. I can look back now and see that she was dog-tired, but she still helped host a school field trip to the zoo for me in 5th grade. She packed all sorts of fun snacks, made us all laugh and ran around with us. At one point the 3 other students in her 'group' were looking at an exhibit while we sat on a park bench and shared string cheese [what's with all the cheese, huh?]. I remember looking at her and thinking, "Wow, I have the prettiest, funnest, smartest mom ever."
I pray every day my daughter will look at me like that.
[3] I was going to write one more, but after writing [2] I've got nothing. That's my favorite one.
[3] Tell about an article of clothing that you're deeply attached to.
I love clothes. I love the way they can make me feel, the way they can transport me to a different time and place. The memories that attach themselves. It's really amazing how something you can buy for $5 at Wal-Mart [oh, you know you shop there too!] can help define an amazing night of debauchery for you in your mind. So much so that you want to wear it all the time. I don't have a lot of clothes I refuse to get rid of [I'm always shipping things off to Goodwill to make room for new stuff], so I'm not necessarily attached to certain items but I do have a few things that I hold close to my heart.
[1] An Everclear t-shirt my best friend from 6-8th grade [Hi Mele!] gave me when I had to move back to Texas from Kansas because my mom had some situations going on. [I actually talked about it briefly in one of the challenge days from last year.] I still have it. And it just helps remind me of the amazing people that are out there in the world that are willing to help you, to be there for you and to love you - no matter what's going on.
[2] My wedding dress.For one simple reason - I married the man of my dreams in it.
[3] Pretty much anything and everything that Lillie wears. I can't help it. She's just ridiculously cute and if we have another kid [fingers crossed] and a girl, well, we'll already have a ton of great stuff.
Lillie in ONE-derland. That Alice dress was perfection on her.
Christmas dress 2011.
Baby Zebra!
Oh, hell, now I've given myself that damn fever again.
Sigh.
It's Day 2 of Sar's 15 Day Challenge! The response for Day 1 - amazeballs! Seriously, check it out! I can't believe the amount of people that have committed to this. I'm really excited to read everyone's posts [even if it takes me all week, I can do it!]
To explain [2] a little better, I've stolen this little excerpt from Collette who suggested this question,
"Six word memoirs are exactly how it sounds: your life in six words. The
history behind it is that Ernest Hemingway was asked to write a
complete short story in as few words as possible. His response was, 'For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.' This then errupted into a way to tell sad, sweet, honest tales. Some examples from the book Not Quite What I Was Planning:
'The miserable childhood leads to royalties.' -Frank McCourt
'I've done it all except hear.' -Mrlee Matlin"
So let's get started, shall we!
Day 2: Write a [few] six word memoir[s]
Grateful for the life I have.
Sometimes, I fall up the stairs.
I love you my Lillie Mae.
I kissed a girl - not bad.
Grilled cheese you are my kryptonite.
Share your own six word memoirs below! I can't wait to read everyone's!
Last September was my first foray into a blogger challenge [courtesy of Sar at life of love]. So, after meeting some great people I was totes pumped up with Sar asked if we'd be interested in another similar challenge. Of course, I immediately said yes. As well as many others. And after a round of what to ask? what to ask? We finally have our 15 topics!
I'm excited to start and even more excited to meet some new bloggers!
If you have a blog and are interested, please link up with Sar at [life of love], we'd love to have you!
List 15 fun facts about yourself
1. I know the exact moment when I let myself fall in love with my husband. We were in the movie theatre, we had just laughed at something on screen and as I turned my head to him, he pushed my hair behind my ear. I was 16. And I knew that even if things didn't work out, I would never regret loving him. So, I did. It's been 10 years and nope, still no regrets.
2. The first CD's I ever bought were Everclear & Boyz II Men.
3. For a while we had a cat named Fuckface. [We were in a constant state of inebriation in our early 20s, don't judge me.]
4. I once caught an 8 foot shark. On purpose.
2006 Shark Fishing in Galveston.
5. I got a perm in 4th grade. I would never get a perm again.
6. The first time I ever rode in a vehicle with automatic windows I was about 7. I thought those people were the richest people I would ever meet.
7. My husband and I were crowned king & queen at our senior prom.
8. I broke my arm about 4 years ago [maybe 5, I don't really remember] and when I was about ready to go into surgery a friend of mine [who worked in surgery] told the nurses to prank me by telling me the surgery was cancelled because my urine test indicated I was pregnant. It was hilarious and pure evil. Yes, we are still totally awesome friends even though I had a mild heart attack at the time.
9. One time I was so tired I actually zipped up a dirty diaper in my daughter's sleeper and put her back to bed without realizing it until the next morning. Helloooo bad mom award!
10. I've been to Vegas twice.
11. I'm an amazon. As in I'm 5'10 and wear a size 11 shoe. I secretly hope my daughter will have ginormous skis as well so I can have someone to share shoes with.
12. In honor of Magic Mike - let's talk about Amazing Alfred. We once went to a strip club [oh, come on, don't act surprised] and while having a grand ol' time talking to some of the dancers Alfred started busting out moves. They actually took out their ones and put them in his pants. We totally walked out there $15 richer.
13. When I was 14 or 15, I read an article in one of those fashion/teen magazines that said to give your boyfriend a little surprise put flavored chapstick on right before you kiss. He'll love it! So, I did. And it was way embarrassing, he was like WTF is on your lips? That is horrible. I learned to never listen to those magazines again and to never wear raspberry flavoring chapstick for the rest of my life.
14. I don't really get mad, ever. It takes so much effort and we have so little time here, it just seems like a waste.
15. I have a frog tattoo on my chest. My daughter is constantly trying to scratch at it to get it off of me.
20 weeks pregnant boobs. & Laughing at Amazing Alfred dance moves.
