So Krissy tagged me into doing this, so here goes nothing:
1. I have an addictive personality. Whether it's cigarettes, games, social media, music, or a book... If I get hooked, it's hard to let it go. That song that I heard on the radio 2 months ago? Yes, it's still playing on a mix CD in my car.. Repeatedly. I had to sell my account in order to get away from my online gaming. That book I randomly picked up at Target or Half-Price last week.. I have probably worked my way through that author's entire collection. You get the idea.
2. I make up conversations for my cats in my head. And I talk to them like they're people. For now they're my kids, so I'm going to treat them as such. Now, give me some credit, they don't get grounded or sent to their rooms, but when I get home, I ask them how their day was, and if they're happy, and would they like a treat or a tummy rub. If they're looking at me funny or meowing, I talk back. If they're being mean to one another, they get yelled at and told to be nice to one another. So what if I'm the crazy cat lady, I'm happy, they're happy, it's all good.
3. I'm a very nice, kind, forgiving person. The spiky-walled exterior? It's all a front. If you're brave enough to scale that wall, you're good in my book. If you aren't, then go fly a kite. But once you're inside, take care of the fluffy bunnies that are within, they're fragile and very easily hurt. I'm sassy and sweet, in alternating quantities. You have to be able to stomach both, or don't waste our time.
4. If I didn't have to worry about what the world thought of me (mainly employers), I would be covered in tattoos that remind me of the love in my life and why I'm here. Tattoos are an expression of what is inside of you, and it's sad that more people don't recognize that. It should be seen as an enhancement and not an abomination.
5. My hero as a little girl was Jem. I awoke super early every Saturday morning so that I could watch it without being harrassed by my parents. Now that I'm a grown up, it's occurred to me that I have finally achieved my goal: After we're married, my initials will be J.E.M. As retarded of an accomplishment that may be for some, I was pretty tickled when I figured it out. I got to grow up and be my hero. How many people get to say that?
6. I loathe and despise onions. Like, if I catch one in my bean burrito, it's been ruined for me and my dinner is discarded. They make me gag in a violent and unattractive way. When I was a little girl and my mom would make pasta sauce, she would blender-ize the onions and I would still sit there and pick out every single speck that might possibly be onion. However, I like onion rings with lots of ketchup or ranch. Go figure that one out...
7. I have a rubber duckie problem. Last count I took, I was at almost 50. Cheerleader, Doctor, Devil, Pirate, every color in the rainbow, you name it, I probably have it. And if I don't have it, I definitely need it. Baby sections at stores are evil. I fear for the nursery of my future children, for I'm sure they will be ducky-ized into a need for serious therapy. My life will be complete when I have a pair of ducky slippers that quack when I walk.
And the rules dictate that I'm now supposed to tag 7 other people. I really don't have anyone that blogs that hasn't done this.. Maybe these offerings will be inspired to start one..
Mamie
Daniel
Kit
Casey