So here goes nothin'...
If you really knew me... you'd know that I hate having to share the leftover batter or dough when I'm baking...especially with my brother who always happens to wander into the kitchen just in time for the bowl to be licked!
If you really knew me...you'd know that I would make a really terrible housewife and am so thankful to have married someone who actually enjoys cooking. Just even trying to think about cooking or what I possibly might make for dinner stresses me out. And, I can't even reach the shelf with the spices and cooking sprays, which annoys me to no end (and yes, I am aware that there is a very simple solution to that issue...I just choose to complain about it instead!). Let's not even talk about the fact that I can be so messy. I like to think that I make up for these "flaws" with trying to be an awesome wife in every other department!
If you really knew me...you'd know that Christmas is my all-time favorite holiday and that my favorite Christmasy thing to do is to make all of my family members sing the 12 days of Christmas (in an accent of course!), each cousin assigned to a specific day! We laugh to the point of tears every single time!
If you really knew me...you'd know that I am SO excited about having babies but worry that I'm not going to be able to be as selfless or organized as a mommy needs to be.
If you really knew me...you'd know what I meant when I said "I'm going to do my jobs." Stumped? "My jobs" (I'm pretty sure my grandmother introduced me to this nickname) is everything involved in my a strict bedtime routine that I do every night, even if it's super late and I'm SO tired. It involves taking my eye make-up off, taking out my contacts, washing my face, putting on my creams, flossing my teeth, rinsing with mouth wash, and brushing my teeth. It takes wayyy too long and I hate it while I'm doing it, but faithfully complete day in and day out. No wonder they call it a "job!"
If you really knew me...you'd know that I have never had anyone close to me die, and it scares me so much. My friend from high school's mom died the summer before our senior year, and that was the first funeral that I went to. And a girl that I used to lead in Bible study's father died while I was in college (she was just in middle school). Those are the only two funerals that I've ever been to, and they just broke my heart. I don't know why my mind does this, but sometimes it goes to that dark place where I imagine what it will be like when someone close to me dies, and I can't even handle that without getting so upset. If we're really being honest, I feel like since I've led such a blessed, amazing first 25 years of my life that something bad is bound to happen. And that's when I have to have those brutally honest conversations with God and remind myself of one of my favorite Bible verses, Jeremiah 29:11.
If you really knew me...you'd know that I blame Kurt Kelly from my 4th grade class for the fact that I have small boobies...he hit me really hard right in the chest with a hackie sack right when they were starting to grow...those poor suckers never had a chance!
If you really knew me...you'd know that I get WAY too excited about presents. My birthday is in November, and I start pestering Kyle and my parents in oh, let's say July, about what they're getting me for my birthday! They never have to worry about thinking about something because I always have a list! And I have definitely been known to snoop for my presents!
If you really knew me...you'd know I can't multi-task to save my life and always have to ask Kyle to rewind whatever show we're watching because I'm distracted by my computer or something else!
If you really knew me...you'd know that I have an extremely goofy side and love to laugh, sing loudly, and dance crazily! Just ask Kyle or my 3rd graders!
If you really knew me... you'd know that I've always been insecure about my weight, even when I was a size 2. I was a little chunky as a kid and remember my best friend telling me that her dad had said that I couldn't run fast because I was fat. Ouch. I had a major growth spurt from 4th to 5th grade and became teeny tiny (which I know now) but I never really felt that way. I was about 115 pounds when I went to college and gained about 20 pounds since my senior year which I HATE! I talk about wanting to lose weight and "get healthy" all the time but struggle so much with the willpower to make it happen. I've gotten into some really good, healthy habits this summer and hope that I can just continue to move in the right direction! Darn those girls that can eat whatever they want and not gain a pound!
If you really knew me...you'd know I love fiercely and fearlessly...I often feel overwhelmed to the point of tears by how much love I have for Kyle, my family, my friends, and my students.
Now that you "really know me" I hope we can still be bloggy friends! And if you haven't done one of these posts yet, make it your next one! I'd love to get to know "the real you!"