Ok, so I have visited blogs where they celebrate their 100th post by posting a "100 Things About Me List." At the pace I am posting, I will be in a nursing home before I hit 10o posts, so I decided to just do it now. Because I don't like to procrastinate. (And family, if any of you are reading this post, please don't disclose the lie in that statement when you leave a comment) So, here goes, in no particular order.
I just made the executive decision to post 10 each day for 10 days. I am sure you won't be able to sleep at night from the anticipation this will cause, but take some Ambien or something, okay?
First Ten Things About Me:
1. I am a grammar Nazi. Get your conjunctions and you're pronouns correct or your gonna drive people like me insane. (Please please please tell me you caught them...)
2. I am an attorney. Yes, I understand that you might think that all attorneys are lying, cheating, greedy thieves, but when you need one, you will be glad we exist.
3. My husband is a dairy farmer. Our dinnertime conversation might cover things like castration, a cow falling in the 15-ft. deep manure pit, or even a new mom (cow mom) having a retained placenta. All just part of the charm of living on a farm, I guess.
4. We have 5 kids. No, we are not Catholic; yes, we know what causes it; and the one I hate the most - no, we did not have a lot of kids so that we would have more help on the farm.
5. My second toe is really long. In fact, it is exactly as long as my pinky finger! Take your sock off now and compare yours...I know you want to.
6. We are new owners of a vacation rental! Woo-hoo. You can visit the website at www.HoneycreekHideaway.com.
7. My favorite food is potatoes. Baked, fried, mashed, grilled, sliced, diced, you name it. I have never let one of my kids' fries ever make it from their fast food tray to the trash bin. For that, I am very proud. Okay, not really, but it is true.
8. I love candles. I almost always have at least one burning when I am at home.
9. I drive a Suburban. It's my sixth child - I love it so much.
10. I have an awesome 12 year old dog named Samantha Josephine ( aka "Sammy"). She has to take laxatives (it's a long story). Everytime someone asks G-man (our 5 year old son) if he has a dog he says the same dramatic thing: "Her name is Sammy and is she doesn't poop, she'll die!" Talk about an awkward conversation piece. You wouldn't believe how many people he has left speechless with this response.
Ok, that's enough delving into the odd recesses of my life for today. Check back for more later.
2 comments:
Hi - thanks for your honesty on my blog...I guess what I don't understand is A) their wishy-washiness and avoidance tactics...and B) how asking someone to donate eggs is any different than asking someone to donate blood...I mean, obviously I understand that the process is a bit lengthier, but that's only the business of the person who decides to participate...I don't know, I guess you had to have experienced infertility to truly understand & that would explain the other comments on my blog (why they agree)....and why I can't explain your POV. Anyway, thanks again.
ooops - I mean why I can't UNDERSTAND your POV, not explain! My bad!
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