I wrote this blog a few days ago but decided to post it today to make sure everyone had a chance to read that Scott got in to BYU. I am so proud of him. Anyway, so as most of you know, Kerrie tagged everyone to write 8 things about themselves that people might not know. To be honest, my 8 things are almost exactly the same as hers, minus the reading for pleasure (although this will hopefully change after I graduate) and being on the internet 10 times a day. I figured since mine were about the same as Kerrie's, I would try to come up with 8 other things that are weird or that I wouldn't tell about myself except in this blog, although some of you might already know a lot of these things. Here are my 8:
1. I don't love soda. Every time we have visitors, they are shocked that we don't have soda in our house. I'll admit every once in awhile I'll crave a Dr. Pepper, and I love to drink Root Beer with my pizza, but I could probably go the rest of my life without soda and be okay with that. My favorite drinks are surprisingly ice water and milk......juice is a close second.
2. I don't cry very often. I'm sure most of you have seen me cry at least once in my life, but I'm not your typical girl that cries every week. I do get choked up every once in awhile but fight back the tears really hard if possible. For some reason I feel like I am weak if I cry. It's stupid, I know, because people who cry are not weak. I don't mind if other people cry, I just personally try to avoid it if possible.
3. My hands and feet are ALWAYS freezing. There are a few exceptions to this rule, but for the most part, the rest of my body is hot while my hands and feet are cold.
4. I bite my nails. I never bit my nails until I got married. I think I just caught the habit from Scott and now I can't stand having my nails past my finger tips. I used to have pretty nails and now they just look bitten.
5. My GPA is 3.55. Usually you don't tell people this because (a. you don't want to brag about it or (b. you don't want people to know how dumb you are. In this case, I can't do either because it's not incredibly good or bad. I don't really care if you know how smart I am because in my opinion, GPAs are a sign of how hard you work, not how smart you are. You can be the smartest person in your class but if you don't do all the work, you will get a bad grade.....or you can be dumb and study your butt off to get a good grade. Of course it's easier if you are smart, though.
6. I am terrified of squishing bugs, especially spiders. I hate spiders, which is unfortunate because I literally see one almost every single day of my life in this disgusting apartment, whether it be dead in a corner, hiding behind the bread box, in the tub, in our bed, etc (you name it, I've seen it there). If Scott isn't home, I have to let the spider roam free because I'd rather see it crawling around than feel it squished in a paper towel between my fingers.
7. I have a terrible long term memory. In fact, I can barely remember anything from before the age of 10. I don't remember things I learned in school as soon as the semester is over. This is probably why I am bad at history and trivia games.
8. Finally, I hate taking medicine. Every time I tell Scott that I'm not feeling well he tells me to take medicine, but I don't like to take medicine. I will take it if the pain is unbearable, but other than that, I'll refuse. Scott also likes to tell me to take sleeping pills for my insomnia, but I will not. I try not to complain too much, though, because then he just tells me to stop complaining and go take some medicine. I think I need to eat better and exercise, rather than popping pills.
So, there are my 8. For those of you who are not in my immediate family and have a blog of your own, now you are tagged. Actually, I don't care if you choose not to do it, but I figured I'd better tag you because that's how the game goes and it's fun to learn 8 new things about people.
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Are we twins? Why are we so much alike (maybe it's because you always copied me :). j/k
Seriously though, you practically described my next 8 things. I too don't care for soda. And I won't take drugs unless I'm curled up in a ball with pain (Jake thinks I'm crazy). Mom, what have you done to us. Anyway, I totally agree with you about the GPA thing...anyone can get the GPA they want, just some have to work harder than others.
Wow, the medicine thing is weird. Dave still has to insist that I take something for pain. MaybeI have this fear of becoming "addicted" or being weak if I have to take medicine for pain. I just found out yesterday that my aunt Dot feels the same way about meds. Guess it runs in the family? Anyway, I still believe that medicine is not the first answer it is the last. We need to try other natural things first instead of popping a pill and putting a chemical into our bodies. There are ALWAYS side effects to drugs. And if we do need it to live, (like my thyroid pills)there is no question about taking it.Maran, have you ever tried putting a paper towel over the spider and squishing it with something hard? Then leave it there for Scott to pick up later? I'd rather do that than let the bugger run around, ick. Love ya Mom
Once again, many similarities (including the GPA). I think you have Raynaud's-- there must be something in the genes. I hate squishing spiders, but I'd rather do that, then have it run free in my home. I use an old flip flop.
The whole crying thing.... I've always been considered the most emotional, however I have come to realize that I am not nearly as emotional as many girls. I am always embarassed about crying-- that's why I had to leave Ella's doctors appt. early (a while ago) and let Thayne deal with it. I didn't want anyone to see me cry. I think I'm raising my kids the same way. I don't know if that's good or bad.
The medicine thing.... I definitely take a pain med when I feel a migraine coming on, otherwise I will be locking myself in a dark room for hours ready to rip my head off and throwing up. Other than that, I don't take much medicine either. Thayne will buy about 5 packs of cold medicine, cough drops, etc. the second he feels a cold coming on. It must just be the way we are raised- or maybe the difference between man and woman????
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