Here I am. Circa 1981. 5 years old. I so clearly remember turning 5. I was so excited to be able to hold up one hand, all fingers raised to say that I was "5!" Yee-haw! Being 5 rocks. But now, I’m the big 3-2. I don’t know if it rocks yet. I’ll get back to you on that. Instead I’m going to share 32 things about ME! Kidding. I’m already bored with that idea…but maybe I’ll share some things that you probably don’t know about it (I’m not convinced that’s any less boring) So here goes:
I have an iPod mini nano (is that what they are called?) I’ve listened to it, maybe, twice in my life. I think there are 4 songs on it. I’ve had it for almost 2 years. I have no use for it in my life. Maybe that’s what I should’ve given away. I used to go walking with Henry nearly everyday, but we were busy talking to each other. Who needs it. I don’t even know where it is anyway.
I totally don’t ‘get’ mySpace. I just don’t get it.
I don’t know how to text message. I mean, I think if you sent me one, there is a ‘reply’ button so I can reply, but to send one on my own? Fughettabout it. Can’t you just call me? It takes me like 45 minutes to reply. And I can never get the caps to work. My girlfriend Trish once said (while texting someone back) that texting is good because then you don’t have to actually talk to the person. Because she said, you usually don’t want to. Maybe I should take it as a compliment that more people don’t text me.
I have 180 MyCokeRewards Points. (I kinda had to throw that in. I just got an e-mail greeting from them wishing me a Happy Birthday.)
Brace yourself. I really, really don’t like to read, and I’m married to a writer. I wish I did. I think it makes you sound smarter (okay it probably makes you smarter. Sheesh.) I just can’t concentrate on what I’m reading and no, I don’t think it’s a matter of reading something that’s interesting or not. I find my mind constantly wanders and then I have to re-read everything I’ve just read. I realized I spend all my time re-reading. Over and over. Why is this I wonder? Do I have some kind of learning disability? I watch movies anyway. I’m convinced that’s just as good. I’m self-smarted anyway. I don’t want to end up dead.
I am a total night owl. I don’t like going to bed. I have to force myself to do it and I pay for it dearly every morning. This does not bode well with having kids.
Whenever I’m sewing or doing a project, I usually put a movie in. But it can’t be a movie that is too distracting. I just want to listen to it. That movie is usually "Sleepless in Seattle" or "While you are Sleeping." What’s with the sleeping movies? I have them memorized. "Harold is allergic to every type of Bee." "Remember the Squirrels?" "Don’t" "First, I knocked them out of their nest with a rock. Then I saved them."
I like Super Nanny. Okay, maybe more than like.
Speaking of television. I’ve never seen 24, Lost or Grey’s Anatomy. I don’t know why this is. The TiVo is set for Dateline and Cold Case Files. I love that show. I actually watched the Bachelor last night and…I didn’t hate it. The girls crying at the end crack me up. That’s mean, huh?
I was at the bank on Monday with Henry and Chris and we were trying to get Henry out of the car at the same time 2 guys were trying to get into their car next to us. We let them go first and they got in, and while Chris was getting Henry out, the guy in the passenger seat rolled down his window and said, "How much longer do you have?" "Oh, I’m due in 3 weeks…" and he looked me dead in the eye and said, "You,…look beautiful." I wish you could hear his voice (I keep repeating it in my mind over and over. And over) He was so genuine and sincere. I guess that’s the same thing. Regardless, GAH! I almost put my hands on his cheeks and kissed his forehead. Then I looked down and realized he was married. Oh yeah, and I am, too. He looked just like this guy. Just in-case you wanted a visual or wanted to repeat it in your mind as well.
Last year, on my birthday, I decided to start the 365 day self portrait challenge. A photo a day. Of me. I hated it. I think I bailed out after about 125 days. It was just misery. I don’t know why I wanted to do it in the first place but so glad that I stopped.
I just overheard on the news there a new "Pickle Sickle." Like a pickle popsicle. I like pickles. That sounds gross, though.
I think that’s a sign… time to sign off. Big plans for the big day? Not really. Chris has a romantic 18-hour work day planned. Henry and I will probably dabble in the sandbox, do some laundry and walk to Staples to have our printer cartridges re-loaded. It’s gonna be great.
UPDATED: My sister just posted a plethora of pics from my youth. Head on over for a good Wednesdsay laugh!
Happy Wednesday!!
p.s. Did you know I was born on Good Friday? That’s why I’m so awesome. And good.
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