Because every now and then my brain is a little scattered {and by every now and then, I mean everyday and then some because you know I do work full time and try my best to take care of a toddler and a husband and a house and church responsibilities...blah, blah, blah}...
Thought you might like a little glimpse into the randomness that occurs so frequently inside this head {er, I mean heart} of mine....
One...
I wish I could sing. Like Carrie Underwood. Or Jessica Dorriety. I pretend. I mean, like really pretend. In my car. Alone. And then I get embarassed when I'm all stage worthy at a stop light and catch someone chuckling. That's when I remember that I can not sing. At all.
Two...
I'm beginning to believe that fruit snacks count as a fruit serving. Eh, it's just easier that way. You know?
Three...
I have a ridiculous fear of anything gastrointestinal. With the tummy bug running rampant through my girl's daycare, I have prayed for it to stay far away. I've even so as far as asking for the flu or strep or croup or any other illness but that. It's a fear I can't explain and it grips me to a point of no return. I told you it was ridiculous. It is. But I can't help it.
Four...
We are the proud consumers of more than 10 TV channels now. I had no idea what all I was missing until last night. It was a like a marathon session of channel changing. And my sweet girl didn't know how to respond over watching a Dora episode on Nick Jr. that she couldn't recite word for word. When all you know is DVDs and ETV, you are a little limited in your Spanish vocabulary.
Five...
I can not stand to walk around barefoot. Even in my house. I will either wear socks or flip flops. It's weird and I'm okay with that.
Six...
I'm beginning to think that a clean house happens when everything is shoved behind the closet door, in the cabinets or drawers. If I can't see it, then it must be clean.
Seven...
I refuse to see a movie that is also a book if I haven't read it with my own eyes first. I made the mistake of watching Prince of Tides before reading the book. When I read the book, I was sorely disappointed in both. With The Great Gatsby coming to the big screen again soon, I must locate my copy of the book ASAP so I can then enjoy my popcorn and Cherry Coke.
Eight...
I think coloring is therapeutic. But only with a fresh box of crayons and a fun coloring book.
No need to thank me; I fairly certain your life never would have been the same without knowing these fun facts.
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