- I have a scar on my left wrist crease. It's from being stung by a bee while at the zoo for a birthday party. I was about 9 years old.
- I have a scar on my right hand. My sister and I were sitting on the couch at our grandparents' house when the window fell in on us. I was about 5. I distinctly remember my grandpa pulling out the piece of glass.
- I've been married to my wonderful husband for 11 years. He brought me flowers on Friday (one day early since we were headed out camping) and I was so confused as to why I'd be getting flowers. I had totally forgotten about our anniversary (for once! ;) ).
- I've sold both Pampered Chef and Tupperware in my short lifetime. It was loads of fun and I got a ton of free stuff. Each time I quit I was newly pregnant and oh so lazy to continue, much to the disappointment of my managers!
- I have a lovely habit of picking at my baby toe nails while reading books. More often than not, I have no baby toe nails. Is there a support group for that?
- I still think my husband is pretty darn funny after all these years.
- I will always be thankful I got braces as a teenager. It did heaps for my self confidence at the time. (Thanks Mom and Dad!)
- I didn't know I needed glasses until 6th grade. I aced the right eye but when I went to do the left one, I couldn't see squat. Don't you dare call me four eyes...I'm only a three eyed gal. (I only wear a contact in my left eye not my right. Makes contacts half the price! Duh...)
- More often that not, I'm an impulsive shopper and then have buyer's remorse. I think I return more than I keep. (But not as much as Jessica! Sorry, couldn't resist!) Anyone wanna go shopping? :)
- I have 10 fingers and 10 toes. (Is that considered cheating!?!?)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I've been tagged!
Since I haven't done this in a long time, I'll cooperate this time. (I'm slurping up a reheated plate of spaghetti as I'm doing this.) I got tagged on this blog. My assignment is to tell 10 things about myself. Here's goes nothing...
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excuse me?!?! You have a much better relationship with the man in BROWN than I do! Doesn't he call you by your first name? heh.
heehee! I learned this behavior from you. The man in brown doesn't know me by name...he knows me by all the fingerprints on the windows next to my front door.
hmmm....seems like you enjoy reheated spaghetti! Cute blog...
All kinds of things I didn't know about you...hmmm.
I have the same bad habit of picking off my baby toe nails!!!! I just picked one off today (it's so fun!) and now I'm regretting it. It hurts! Where did we pick up this bad habit??
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