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I was tagged like 3 times for a 13 things about me meme. I'm ALMOST dork enough to come up with 39 things about me......but......not quite.....So I'll just keep typing until I run out of things to say....
1) My husband and I lived in sin for 2 years before we got married. We were already engaged and we both had 2 years left of college. Dan's father was selling his house and moving south and told my hubby he'd pay for an apartment for him until he was done with college. So one night at the dinner table I asked my parents "what would you say if I were to ask to move in with (Papa Smurf)"....their response...."we were wondering what was taking you so long to ask". There was one condition....my Grandparents were NOT to know. So we were secretly living in sin lest we hear the "why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free" speech yet again. Though, I suspect Grandma knew all along as she's no dummy. But my Grandma thought my future husband was "the next thing to God himself" so I don't think it mattered.
2) I canNOT be sitting anywhere near anyone eating an apple. It makes me want to vomit.
3) I'm a closet smoker.....as is my husband. Please don't give me a lecture. Remember, I'm a nurse. You can't tell me anything I don't already know or haven't already said to myself. And I'm already well aware of the hypocrisy involved in being a nurse, a runner, a hypochondriac, AND a smoker. We don't smoke in the house and we don't smoke anywhere around our children. I've successfully quit approximately 5, 397 times. I've been on wellbutrin. I've been on Chantix. I've done the patch. And, I've done the lozenges. They all worked for me until I quit taking whatever the therapy of choice was. I quit with my pregnancies.....hence, the 75 pound weight gain. Next step is acupuncture and hypnosis. I desperately want to quit....again. I fear the only way I can quit again is to get pregnant again and that's just not happening. And now I'm trying to train for another marathon...... and in case you didn't know....smoking and running don't mix. Pray for me.
4) I was caught stealing a bag full of candy with a childhood friend from a local KMart when I was like 8 or 9. As part of my punishment my mom brought me and my friend to the police station to talk to a sheriff. We (my friend and I) sat in his office while he scared the living sh-t out of our arses and told us that it would be on our record for the rest of our lives. It wasn't until about a year ago that I found out that it really wasn't on my record.
5) I smoked more than my fair share of the "funny stuff" back in high school and college. You know all those kids that you look at and say "OMG, kids these days".....yeah....I was one of them.
I'm painting a really pretty picture of myself, huh?! Lets just say I had issues and leave it at that. I'm just try'n to keep it real.
6) I did NOT have model behavior as a teenager but the one thing I had going for me was my grades. I did well in school. Almost straight A's....not quite....damn that 11th grade English teacher....
7) The other thing I had going for me was my dancing. I grew up dancing. I was at the studio almost every single day. My mom worked full time so after school I'd walk a half mile to pick up a bus and ride it for 10 miles and then walk another mile to the studio (could you imagine allowing that these days!?) There was an old man that used to take the same bus route. I kinda befriended him and we'd both get off at the same stop and walk in the same direction. We had a lot of nice chats. He thought I was a runaway at first. I often wonder whatever happened to him. I had major potential to be a major hoodlum in life but keeping busy with dance kept my butt out of trouble. It was also the main contributor to my self esteem and confidence as I was quite good....if I don't say so myself....Dancing was the only "sport" I've ever participated in....aside from the (about) 6 months of recreational gymnastics.
8) My daughter has never been baptised. I grew up Catholic. I am no longer Catholic. Two days before my daughter was scheduled to be baptised the priest of our church.....let me clarify....the priest that was suppose to baptise MY DAUGHTER.....was all over the national news and being prosecuted and booted from the church for child pornography charges. It devastated me. And, although I feel no guilt for leaving the Catholic religion, I still carry around a tremendous amount of Catholic guilt for my daughter having never been baptised.
9) I now, as of last night, have a new addiction....digital scrapbooking.
10) I went to Ikea Saturday. I love Ikea. It's a darn good thing that I live 50 minutes away from Ikea....or I'd be there daily.
11) I hate liver. Just the smell of liver makes me gag. My mother loves liver. My mother made liver for dinner frequently when I was a child. It has scarred me for life.
12) I received a small scholarship from the college I attended. As part of the scholarship requirement I had to work as a telemarketer to try to solicit donations for our library. I never once got a donation. Everyone hung up on me. It has scarred me for life. I now hang up on telemarketers.
13) I have "fuzzy 20/20 vision".
14) I've never broken a bone. Although, I suspect I may have broken my tailbone back when I was a teenager. I fell down a set of stairs and my tailbone landed right on the edge ofa several steps. It took years for the pain in my ass to go away. My ass could predict rain better than the weather man.
K. That's it. I added number 14 for good measure. The only person I'm going to specifically tag for this is Kelly at Mom of the Year as she's never done one. But, to anyone else that's interested in participating, consider yourself tagged!
1) My husband and I lived in sin for 2 years before we got married. We were already engaged and we both had 2 years left of college. Dan's father was selling his house and moving south and told my hubby he'd pay for an apartment for him until he was done with college. So one night at the dinner table I asked my parents "what would you say if I were to ask to move in with (Papa Smurf)"....their response...."we were wondering what was taking you so long to ask". There was one condition....my Grandparents were NOT to know. So we were secretly living in sin lest we hear the "why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free" speech yet again. Though, I suspect Grandma knew all along as she's no dummy. But my Grandma thought my future husband was "the next thing to God himself" so I don't think it mattered.
2) I canNOT be sitting anywhere near anyone eating an apple. It makes me want to vomit.
3) I'm a closet smoker.....as is my husband. Please don't give me a lecture. Remember, I'm a nurse. You can't tell me anything I don't already know or haven't already said to myself. And I'm already well aware of the hypocrisy involved in being a nurse, a runner, a hypochondriac, AND a smoker. We don't smoke in the house and we don't smoke anywhere around our children. I've successfully quit approximately 5, 397 times. I've been on wellbutrin. I've been on Chantix. I've done the patch. And, I've done the lozenges. They all worked for me until I quit taking whatever the therapy of choice was. I quit with my pregnancies.....hence, the 75 pound weight gain. Next step is acupuncture and hypnosis. I desperately want to quit....again. I fear the only way I can quit again is to get pregnant again and that's just not happening. And now I'm trying to train for another marathon...... and in case you didn't know....smoking and running don't mix. Pray for me.
4) I was caught stealing a bag full of candy with a childhood friend from a local KMart when I was like 8 or 9. As part of my punishment my mom brought me and my friend to the police station to talk to a sheriff. We (my friend and I) sat in his office while he scared the living sh-t out of our arses and told us that it would be on our record for the rest of our lives. It wasn't until about a year ago that I found out that it really wasn't on my record.
5) I smoked more than my fair share of the "funny stuff" back in high school and college. You know all those kids that you look at and say "OMG, kids these days".....yeah....I was one of them.
I'm painting a really pretty picture of myself, huh?! Lets just say I had issues and leave it at that. I'm just try'n to keep it real.
6) I did NOT have model behavior as a teenager but the one thing I had going for me was my grades. I did well in school. Almost straight A's....not quite....damn that 11th grade English teacher....
7) The other thing I had going for me was my dancing. I grew up dancing. I was at the studio almost every single day. My mom worked full time so after school I'd walk a half mile to pick up a bus and ride it for 10 miles and then walk another mile to the studio (could you imagine allowing that these days!?) There was an old man that used to take the same bus route. I kinda befriended him and we'd both get off at the same stop and walk in the same direction. We had a lot of nice chats. He thought I was a runaway at first. I often wonder whatever happened to him. I had major potential to be a major hoodlum in life but keeping busy with dance kept my butt out of trouble. It was also the main contributor to my self esteem and confidence as I was quite good....if I don't say so myself....Dancing was the only "sport" I've ever participated in....aside from the (about) 6 months of recreational gymnastics.
8) My daughter has never been baptised. I grew up Catholic. I am no longer Catholic. Two days before my daughter was scheduled to be baptised the priest of our church.....let me clarify....the priest that was suppose to baptise MY DAUGHTER.....was all over the national news and being prosecuted and booted from the church for child pornography charges. It devastated me. And, although I feel no guilt for leaving the Catholic religion, I still carry around a tremendous amount of Catholic guilt for my daughter having never been baptised.
9) I now, as of last night, have a new addiction....digital scrapbooking.
10) I went to Ikea Saturday. I love Ikea. It's a darn good thing that I live 50 minutes away from Ikea....or I'd be there daily.
11) I hate liver. Just the smell of liver makes me gag. My mother loves liver. My mother made liver for dinner frequently when I was a child. It has scarred me for life.
12) I received a small scholarship from the college I attended. As part of the scholarship requirement I had to work as a telemarketer to try to solicit donations for our library. I never once got a donation. Everyone hung up on me. It has scarred me for life. I now hang up on telemarketers.
13) I have "fuzzy 20/20 vision".
14) I've never broken a bone. Although, I suspect I may have broken my tailbone back when I was a teenager. I fell down a set of stairs and my tailbone landed right on the edge of
K. That's it. I added number 14 for good measure. The only person I'm going to specifically tag for this is Kelly at Mom of the Year as she's never done one. But, to anyone else that's interested in participating, consider yourself tagged!
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8 comments:
My daughter isn't baptised either. I figure it's better if you let them decide that for themselves. My Mother also force fed me liver - dry, chokeable stuff. Why didn't anyone ever tell us what it really was?
I left the church too. The Orange County Diocese in California helped expedite that decision.
Good luck with the smoking. I quit when I became pregnant with my first baby. I never smoked again but I understand the desire.
Also, my husband and I lived together for a year and a half before getting married. I don't think you're a sinner :) And I grew up in the dance studio, too! We have a lot in common :)
:) I've never been addicted to smoking, so I can't judge. :)
My son hasn't been baptised either and I feel guilty for it.
Also, I believe we all live in sin in different ways at some point in our lives.
I'll work on it tonight since I know I will be up not able to sleep!!!!!!
I can't eat an apple next to Randy either! He gives me dirty looks.
You are so naughty and complex. No wonder I like you.
You are brave to tell write about smoking. I have wanted to write so many things but am worried about family and friends reading my posts. Good for you for being so brave. Smoking is such a tough addiction. I'll say a little prayer.
I don't abhor apples, but hearing people bite into them gives me the shivers. I don't know that I can explain why. :O)
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