Day 23 - 15 Facts

Day 23 – 15 facts about you.

This should be easy. As is, I think, very apparent here on this blog, I have no problem going on about myself. But 15 facts? What am I supposed to say? I guess it's because I want them to be epic, or at least meaningful, and not just the first things that pop in my head. More like "15 facts that define you" instead of "15 things you think about or that apply to you." I will do my best...

Oh, and these are not in any specific order...probably.

#1

These are all lilac-scented...but they are not all the lilac-scented things I own... =D

I think the smell of lilacs is the most heavenly thing on earth. Thus, they are my favorite flower by far and I go just a little crazy when I find things that smell like lilacs.

#2

I love children. My nieces and nephews are my favorite people. I wish I could spend more time with them. I miss the times I've had with them.

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The thing I have looked forward to the very most for my entire life is to be a mother. I intend to give my absolute all to motherhood. I've worked very hard for years and years to change myself so that I can be a better future mother. It worries me a lot that I will fall beneath my expectations, but I do realize that every mother feels that way so I'll just do my best to understand that I will be doing my best.

#4

Friends mean a lot to me. I try to be the best friend I can be, but I don't succeed as much as I'd like. I don't think I'm an awkward person, but I'm realizing I can still be awkward in a way that drives people away. It's just the way I am and I don't feel like I should change, but it seems like everyone else thinks I should since I'm often losing friends. But, then again, that's simply part of life: losing friends, to something or another. In any case, those I hold dear I hold in high esteem, and it takes a lot for me to let go of a friend I've learned to love.

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I hate the English language, but I love working with it. I read a lot growing up -- it's my most prominent hobby -- and so I got used to the way the English language worked. Somehow I missed out, probably just mentally, on the classes that taught the specifics of how sentences and phrases and words work together, but I still usually know when things are right. When I finally learned what they call sentences and phrases and words when they work, it thrilled me. Loads of people think English classes are boring. They are my favorite. In High School, even though I was in Mads and I loved it like mad (haha), secretly I loved working with the newspaper ever so slightly more, even though it was more work than play.
However, I am not a grammar Nazi...most of the time :P  Actually, John corrects me more than I correct him. I think that's funny. :) I am nowhere near perfect, though I do often write and say things wrong on purpose, on principle of style :)

#6

I am a narcissist...of sorts. I have gone through waves of minor self-confidence issues throughout my life, and one of the ways I've found that eases that stress is to take pictures of myself that I like. With things like myspace and facebook to give even glance-over views of people's lives, I've realized that I am so not alone in this practice. You go ahead and try to count how many profile pictures are taken in front of a bathroom mirror by the person themselves. I find it highly amusing.

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I am petrified of needles. The fact that the above picture (let alone the other pictures that came up in my search) and simply the word "needles' makes me squirm and get a little light headed should be testament enough of that. Ugh. So I will probably never give blood unless absolutely necessary. I've avoided for as long as possible getting shots that have been needed and promptly blocked out any memories of those I couldn't get out of. This last time, over a year ago, I decided that my fear, though common, is irrational and surely just a little *prick* is really not that bad. So I tried to brave it up. It is utterly disgusting how much that prick, the only one I have not successfully blocked out, haunts me...to the point where saying or typing "prick" in that context makes me want to puke. Luckily I am not so bad as some who faint when they get shots...but I've never fainted for anything so maybe that's just a different issue. If you try to talk about shots or needles or giving blood around me for more than a few seconds, I will leave, if possible, or close my eyes and start humming in the attempt to block you out. Don't take my tears and pale face personally, it's just not a reaction I'm good at controlling.

#8

I have long fingers and nail beds that some girls would kill for. And I love them. Very, very much.
Once I got fake nails. Teresa was majoring in cosmetology and needed someone to practice on. I will never ever do them again. It took forever for my nails to be strong enough to grow past the bed without breaking immediately.
I don't get manicures all that often...or ever. Haha...maybe someday when I'm rich :P
I very rarely put colored polish on my fingernails. They chip off within a day, even the nicer brands, and I don't want the damage they do, and I simply don't like the way it looks. However, I almost always have colors on my toes. They're begging for it, and I'm happy to oblige :)

#9

All our junk packed and getting packed...not the best representation but good enough.

I am a pack-rat who likes to organize. I have strong nostalgic attachments to just about everything I own, but it bothers me if my stuff overwhelms me. Note that I did not say I'm an organized pack-rat, but that I like to organize. I'm not always organized, as my husband can attest. But I find that a strength rather than a weakness. I don't want to be one of those women who can't function when her house is a mess. I'm realistic and I know that having kids and having a life is going to make it difficult to have everything always in its place, so I'm very glad that I can function almost as well when everything is piled up as I can when it's put away. And yet I do love the feeling that comes when everything is clean and organized. But what's best: I love the process of organizing the most. 

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I have never tasted alcohol or tobacco or experienced any illegal drug. And I never will. My Daddy is to thank for that. No, he never sat me down and talked about the dangers of drugs and warned me what it would do to my life if I tried them. He simply never shut up about how completely ridiculous and utterly stupid they are. I've always believed him and have happily formed an opinion of my own to accompany his. It's funny to me because they always tell you in school that "you will be" tempted or asked or whatever. Me? Never. I've even had close friends involved in drugs, but it's never been an issue. I've never even had to say no, even though, or possibly because, it would be so easy for me to. 

#11

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You people like this stuff????

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I'll admit it's pretty...just don't ask me to smell or taste it.

I am a very picky eater. Among things I avoid eating are beef, casseroles, cooked fruits (and often cooked veggies), nuts mixed into things, anything with too many ingredients...it's almost like I'm a little kid with my taste buds, really. Except I am willing to try most things at least once...and I almost always still don't like it. Oh, and coconut is the most disgusting thing the world has ever produced. :) Even the smell of it makes me want to puke. 

#12

I don't care much for chocolate. This deserves it's own fact-ship separate from other food simply because everyone in the world loves chocolate...except me and weirdos like me. :)
I don't hate it...I will eat it, and often do. But given the choice I will generally choose something other than chocolate. Like lemon :)
Dark chocolate I do hate and do not eat. In fact, "real" chocolate I won't eat...I must like wax because Hershey's is the chocolate I can best stand :)

#13

I've never had a dog until two months ago, and now she is my biggest fan (almost).

#14

I love to sing.

#15

Haha...I look like a deformed creeper :)

Sorry for the gross foot picture...feet are so weird-looking!!!

I can raise each of my eyebrows (one better than the other), wiggle my ears together and individually, and shake my eyes. Also, my toes are double-jointed so I can stand on my tip toes like a ballerina without the shoes!! :)