Angella recently posted 5 Different Things about herself — something about someone’s idea at BlissDom something-or-other. I was too lazy to look into the background of it, but if you read her post, I think you can find it. Anyway, my brain is fried by things like a six-month-old who needs to eat a bazillion times at night and a four-year-old who talks and asks questions incessantly and a 10-year-old who is going through friendship-y and attitude-y things 10-year-old girls go through and stupid health issues that seem to pile on top of each other and trying to keep my head above water just a little bit. What I’m trying to say is, I like it when I find ideas for blog posts that I can use.
Five things you
don’t might not know about me:
I like grammatical correctness. Was that grammatically correct? I HOPE SO. It drives me insane when people misuse your/you’re or their/there/they’re or when someone put’s an apostrophe where there shouldn’t be one. (Did you see what I just did there?) I love it when I find out that I’ve been doing something wrong, because then I can stop doing it wrong and start doing it correctly. I’m sure you’ll find a plethora of grammatical errors in my blog posts, because I’m so far from knowing everything, but sometimes I swear I should have pursued a career in publishing/editing/whatever instead of accounting. (Not that I pursued a career in accounting, but that was my intention before I became a 17-year-old pregnant cheerleader.)
I change my clothes about a thousand times a day. I get up and put on sweats and a baggy t-shirt. I (usually) change into properly-fitting, people-friendly clothes to go out in public. I put my sweats back on when I get home. I get too warm and put on knee-length sweats. I get cold in the evening and put my full-length sweats back on. If I have to go out again, I put the people-friendly clothes back on. Let’s just say that you cannot see the floor on my side of the bedroom.
My ears are not symmetrical. They are totally and completely different. I did not know this fact until my mom informed me when I was about 15. It doesn’t bother me in the least. I actually kind of like it.
I had my appendix removed unnecessarily. When I was seven, I woke up and was unable to walk. I made my way, by crawling or something, down the stairs into the kitchen where my parents were and informed them of this fact. They didn’t believe me at first (it was Sunday and I was always making excuses to get out of going to church), but soon they brought me to the ER and I went right into surgery for suspected appendicitis. When they opened me up, my appendix was fine, but they removed it anyway, just in case I developed appendicitis in the future and, upon seeing my scar, a doctor would rule it out. (It ended up being infected lymph glands, or something like that.) (I’ve also had my tonsils removed and I’m about to have my gallbladder removed, because apparently I want to see how many body parts I can live without.)
I don’t like butter on my popcorn. I really don’t. Theatre popcorn? Gross. I like it best when it is popped on the stove top with a little bit of olive oil, then saturated in dill pickle seasoning. I can eat a giant bowl all by myself, and have been known to have popcorn for dinner. Or lunch. Or lunch and dinner.
Five things I am knowledgeable about:
My kids. (I totally copied this one.) I know how they work, what their likes and dislikes are, what their sensitivities are, and what their strengths are. They’re pretty fantastic little humans.
Football. The NFL, to be specific. And probably NCAA, as well. Seven years ago, I knew almost nothing about the game, but then I met Noah and, well, let’s just say that I have learned without even trying to and that sometime I wish I knew how to forget. (Just kidding, Noah.) (Kind of.)
Friends. You know, like Chandler and Monica and Rachel and Joey and Ross and Phoebe. Yes, those friends. I own all 10 seasons of the show and have watched each season at least a dozen times. Minimum. In college, it was not unlike me to watch an entire season in a day.
Winter. In case you were not aware, I live in Saskatchewan, Canada. In the winter, it hovers around -30C/-22F without the wind chill and it does this for months and months. Why do I live here, then? Well, there’s a lot of sun and a lot of sky and I love both those things.
Driving Noah insane. I know how to push his buttons and I know how to bring him back down to earth when he’s telling me how wonderful he is and I know how to make him grit his teeth in frustration and say, “JENNIFER!
Five things I know nothing about:
Parenting. I know what to do with babies. I can handle a baby. It’s when they grow up and get minds of their own that I start to flounder. I’m hoping my poor guinea pigs will make it to adulthood without too many emotional scars.
Make-up. Besides a little mascara, I don’t wear any make-up. I’ve experimented a bit in the past, but I always lost interest quite quickly. I do not know how to do anything properly, I have no idea what half the products in a make-up aisle are, and I’m much to lazy (and cheap) to learn.
Time management. I have great intentions. I can write lists like it’s nobody’s business. I can plan and organize like it’s going out of style. I have issues with actually executing my intentions and lists and organized plans. I’m usually late to things because I never know when to leave, I usually leave big things undone because I can’t comprehend doing them in little pieces and then I get overwhelmed and do nothing, and I get distracted really, really easily.
Fashion. I like jeans, I like capris, I like tank tops, I like graphic t-shirts, I like hoodies, and I like flat-soled shoes. I rarely wear skirts, I never wear dresses, and there’s no way you’ll get me into heels. Unless I strike it rich and hire a personal stylist, these things will never change.
Photography. (I totally copied this one, too.) I know how to take a picture. I know how to make that picture look pretty good. But, I do not know how to use all the buttons and dials on my camera and I do not know how to take a really awesome shot. If I take 300 photos, there will be about 10 I like. I want to learn more.
Five things I believe:
The Bible is totally and completely true. God is and always was. He created the heavens and the earth and every living thing. He came to earth as a human being — He was born to a virgin, He was killed, and He rose again in three days, just as He said He would. He’s coming back one day, a day known only to Him.
Coffee is best when
drunk drank drinked drunken consumed black. Cream and sugar and sweeteners and the like just ruin it.
McDonald’s makes the best fries. Ever. Especially when they are dipped in McChicken sauce and then ketchup. Is that a little drool running down my chin? I cannot wait to enjoy their salty goodness once again.
The tomato is a vegetable. Not a fruit. No it’s not! Do you add tomatoes to your fruit salad? I DIDN’T THINK SO.
It is possible to be friends with someone you’ve never met in person. As much as certain family members like to tease me about my imaginary friends (*ahem*Russ*ahem*), I truly believe that a friendship can be built online. I have met, in person, many of my online friends, and our friendship began long before I laid eyes on them.
So, there we go. Did you learn anything new? Do you want to argue about tomatoes? Do you saturate your popcorn in butter? Do you want to visit me this winter?