Does everyone have amazing plans for the weekend? We’re doing the date night thing tomorrow night. My husband booked a sitter and he’s taking me to dinner, and then we are spending the rest of the weekend at Disney with the kids. It’s going to be COLD, but what a nice change from our usual Disney weekends filled with sweat and sunburn – and we haven’t been since before Christmas and the kids are a little impatient.
We’re two weeks into the New Year, and it’s been good thus far. We’ve been busy! I’m always saying we need to slow down, but I’m over here signing new clients and agreeing to new collaborations and basically keeping myself busier than ever.
So I thought it might be fun today to do some Friday Fun Facts for my new subscribers and followers to get a better idea of the woman behind the blog (hi) and because sometimes I think of random things and need somewhere to put them. On that note, here we go.
- I can always pick out the meth-makers – Anytime I see a drug bust on the news with photos of the people they arrested for running a meth lab out of their “home,” I’m just over here thinking I could have pointed them out to you in the middle of the grocery store and told you they were cooking meth in their bathroom. I don’t even need evidence…I can tell.
- I am a super cuddly sleeper – My husband and I go to bed together every night, and I need to be all up in his personal space or I can’t get comfortable. In the morning when our alarm goes off, I have to go right back into all his personal space for a few minutes if I’m not still there.
- I am filled to overflowing with very random knowledge – I’ve spent almost 10 years now writing for clients from the NFL to What to Expect to law firms to dental practices to insurance companies to real estate firms to tech companies to personal blogs to rehab facilities. I have researched just about everything you can imagine, and I am now capable of providing you with the most random facts ever. And if anything ever happens to me, my computer history is going to confuse the hell out of the police.
- I always say I’m going to get plastic surgery, but I really wont – I’m always telling my husband I need Botox to get rid of my judgment lines and that I might buy myself a pair of small B cups, but I won’t do it. I really love a woman who ages naturally and beautifully. My grandmother is almost 100, and she is gorgeous – and the rest of my family has some pretty damn good genes, too. I like to think I’ll age as gracefully as they.
- I cannot tell how old people are – Adults. Kids. Whatever. I’m always shocked to find out how old people are. I either place them entirely too young or think they’re 15-years older than they are. Every. Single. Time.
- I love to play sports – Most people won’t believe that, but it’s true. I’m exceptionally athletic, and I love to play baseball, throw the football around with my husband and the kids, play volleyball, you name it. I love sports, and I love anything that brings out the competition.
- I cried the day of our oldest daughter’s first competitive cheer competition – Because putting makeup on my beautiful then 8-year-old daughter’s face killed me. Killed me. I loathe makeup on children. It made me sick to my stomach putting purple makeup on her eyes and bright red lipstick on her face. I made her wash it off the second they were off the mat after awards. I didn’t cry when I put it on her at any of the other competitions, but it still hurt.
- I really love Disney – I love taking the kids. I love how much they love it. I love their smiles, and I love that they’re never jaded about it even though they’ve been a million times.
- I get a little sad in January – While I don’t have a problem with the months of January through August, I just really love September – December. I love the fall, even though we don’t have it here in Florida. I love the anticipation that ‘any night now’ might be cooler weather, we won’t sweat as much anymore, and the spirit of all the holidays from my September birthday to Halloween to Thanksgiving to Christmas.
- I would rather drive a stick – I’ve always been preferable to a manual transmission to an automatic. I like the feeling of power.
- I might have a little road rage – And by a little I mean so much. Not in general, but I have this overwhelming rage when someone cannot follow simple rules of the road, such as driving slow in the left lane and refusing to get over and/or driving right next to the person in the right lane so no one can pass anyone. Also, when the speed limit is 45 driving down the main street in our neighborhood and someone is going 25-30 mph in front of me, it actually makes me hate them. Get off the damn road.
- I’m an obsessive neat freak – But I don’t spend much time at all cleaning our house. I read an article recently on Facebook (they suck you in, don’t they?) about tidy people, and it touched my actual soul. The author stated that she’s noticed something about tidy people, and it’s that they’re just always tidy all day long without even realizing it. You see, I’ve spent years trying to figure out how some people’s houses get so dirty and people talk about spending hours cleaning their home, blah, blah, blah. We have a lot of space, but it doesn’t take us 10 minutes to make sure our house is spotless after dinner. It’s because we tidy all day. Dishes immediately put away. Messes immediately cleaned up. Everything has a place and it automatically goes to its place rather than sitting on the counter. So maybe I’m not obsessive, but I’m super tidy.
- I’m an online shopping addict – I’m staring at my inbox on my phone right now, and I can see my 8 most recent emails. Five are from Nordstrom (three emails confirming package deliveries, one shipping confirmation, and one order confirmation), two are from Wayfair, and one is from Amazon. And not one of those emails has any association with the four packages delivered throughout the day today.
- I wish I was half the parent my husband is – I don’t think I’m awful at mom-ing, but he’s just really, really, really good at being a dad. He’s patient. He’s kind. He’s always on the floor with the kids, always throwing the ball, always wrestling with Carter, pushing them on the swing, patient while helping with homework, happy to answer their annoying random questions like “Why?” and “Why?” and “Why not?” They love him best of all, and it’s easy to see why…and I find myself wishing I was as good at parenting.
- I’m very, very gray – After the twins were born almost four years ago when I was 30, my hair began growing in gray all around my face. Now it’s migrated to the back of my hair, the middle of my hair, and everywhere in between. I immediately went blonde to make it a little less obvious, but it’s gray. When I’m 50, game on. But I’m 34 and not particularly interested in being asked if I’m the kids’ grandmother, so I have a standing hair appointment with my 15-year-hair gal every five weeks. And I think we might need to start booking every four weeks for color since my hair grows so fast and my gray is so prominent.
Fifteen completely random things about me on this Friday Funday. Have a gorgeous long weekend!