Me Oh My
This post is about me. Yes, moi. Yo. Yours truly.
Just random, unrelated thoughts on myself.
I just want to write down a few things about myself for posterity. I am so many things to so many people, but besides who I am in relation to others (ie mom, daughter, sister, friend, etc...), who am I? I feel like Derek Zoolander writing that.
I am very forgiving of others. I seem to always give people the benefit of the doubt, unless I'm PMS'ing and everyone is doing everything wrong for the mere purpose of ruining my life. Other than that, I tend to believe that most people have good intentions and may be experiencing challenges of which I may never be aware.
I am critical of myself. Terrible, I know! I think I tend to criticize myself (and sometimes my dearest loved ones... so sad to admit it) because I have unrealisticly high expectations. I am my #1 worst critic.
I like the outdoors. I might not be wild about sleeping in the cold, hard ground, but in general I just love to be outside surrounded by the beauty of the earth. I love talking walks, watching clouds pass by, staring at the ocean, and just being in the sun.
Donuts and pizza are probably my favorite foods.
Motherhood is the best thing (along with marriage) I have ever done. Seriously, nothing beats the feeling of loving and caring for your husband and child.
"I wanna be a billionaire, so *stinkin' bad..." I don't necessarily want to be rich, I'm just always brainstorming for million-dollar ideas. I feel like it's in my blood to do something big.
Country music is my favorite. It's so American.
I love thinking about interior design. I don't do design, I just think about it. I dream about the day where I can design my own home. My style is bright, clean, uncluttered, functional, with a hint of vintage and pops of friendly color.
Sometimes I wish I went to beauty school (after getting my BA). I loved my college education, learned so much, and am so grateful for it. However, I often think how fun and practical it would be to do something creative (and lucrative) on the side.
As much as I dread my next pregnancy (like, have regular nightmares), I can't wait at the same time. I am so eager to meet my children!
Even though I have plenty about my body that I am not (and will never be) satisfied with, it's amazing how much respect I have for this body of mine since having had a baby. I love what my body does, I love that it works, and I love that I am blessed to have one at all.
I am frugal. I buy a lot. And I return a lot. I like to shop, but I get this totally weird rush when I return something and the cashier says, "That'll be $73.20 back onto your American Express." Is this the weirdest thing you've ever heard? I have to say that I'm not as bad as I'm making it sound... I do buy everyhing I like and try it on at home. Mostly what I take back is what doesn't fit right. You simply can't try clothes on when you're toting a one-year-old who will need a nap in exactly 13 minutes. Non-clothing items, however, I have a problem with. Guilt and anxiety take over and the items must be taken back! I have a hard time justifying buying anything.
I'm not a very social person. I think I'm friendly, and I totally enjoy being in social situations, but I just don't seem to throw a parties, call up girlfriends to chat, or organize play dates. Even those who I consider my best friends I don't do a very good job of keeping in contact with. I hope people don't think I'm rude, fake, or self-absorbed... I'm just boring. Plain and simple. I love to get invited to do things, but I'm never the one to instigate the fun. So lame, I know. I always tell myself I'll do better at making friends and spending time together... But I never seem to do it for some reason! I'm working on it, though. I think it's important to be a good friend.
My hair is super curly. Not cute-curly. Nappy-frizzy-curly. Like fine and fluffy at the ends and flat and frizzy on top.
My shoe size is 9 1/2. I have no cute shoes. Even when I buy cute shoes I end up wearing flip-flops. It's tragic.
I am the queen of rearranging furniture, desk space, clothes drawers, etc. I think I just like to organize and spruce things up regularly. Even if it was fine to begin with.
I love America and everything about it. I am a passionate conservative, but not crazy. Just logical. Common-sensical is what I consider myself, really. Freedom, self-government, accountability, the American Dream, love (not welfare) and "Don't tread on me!" describe my political perspective.
I sleep with a lumbar pillow from the bedding from my freshman year of college. I used to cuddle with Steve, until I got pregnant (and hottt, achey, and irritable, haha). Now I wrap my body around this long pillow every night. I totally love it.
I'm anemic. Like dizzy and exhausted all the time. I often forgot to take iron, so "blah" is my life quite often. Nothing a fat, juicy steak can't heal. Which leads me to my other bodily dysfunction. But that would be TMI.
Well, that's enough for now. I wrote most of this on my phone in the church parking lot while trying to get my screaming baby to either fall asleep or calm down. We ended up driving home. He became inconsolable. That's my Sunday almost every other week. Don't you love 1pm church with babies?? Psych!
Adios muchachos.
Just random, unrelated thoughts on myself.
I just want to write down a few things about myself for posterity. I am so many things to so many people, but besides who I am in relation to others (ie mom, daughter, sister, friend, etc...), who am I? I feel like Derek Zoolander writing that.
I am very forgiving of others. I seem to always give people the benefit of the doubt, unless I'm PMS'ing and everyone is doing everything wrong for the mere purpose of ruining my life. Other than that, I tend to believe that most people have good intentions and may be experiencing challenges of which I may never be aware.
I am critical of myself. Terrible, I know! I think I tend to criticize myself (and sometimes my dearest loved ones... so sad to admit it) because I have unrealisticly high expectations. I am my #1 worst critic.
I like the outdoors. I might not be wild about sleeping in the cold, hard ground, but in general I just love to be outside surrounded by the beauty of the earth. I love talking walks, watching clouds pass by, staring at the ocean, and just being in the sun.
Donuts and pizza are probably my favorite foods.
Motherhood is the best thing (along with marriage) I have ever done. Seriously, nothing beats the feeling of loving and caring for your husband and child.
"I wanna be a billionaire, so *stinkin' bad..." I don't necessarily want to be rich, I'm just always brainstorming for million-dollar ideas. I feel like it's in my blood to do something big.
Country music is my favorite. It's so American.
I love thinking about interior design. I don't do design, I just think about it. I dream about the day where I can design my own home. My style is bright, clean, uncluttered, functional, with a hint of vintage and pops of friendly color.
Sometimes I wish I went to beauty school (after getting my BA). I loved my college education, learned so much, and am so grateful for it. However, I often think how fun and practical it would be to do something creative (and lucrative) on the side.
As much as I dread my next pregnancy (like, have regular nightmares), I can't wait at the same time. I am so eager to meet my children!
Even though I have plenty about my body that I am not (and will never be) satisfied with, it's amazing how much respect I have for this body of mine since having had a baby. I love what my body does, I love that it works, and I love that I am blessed to have one at all.
I am frugal. I buy a lot. And I return a lot. I like to shop, but I get this totally weird rush when I return something and the cashier says, "That'll be $73.20 back onto your American Express." Is this the weirdest thing you've ever heard? I have to say that I'm not as bad as I'm making it sound... I do buy everyhing I like and try it on at home. Mostly what I take back is what doesn't fit right. You simply can't try clothes on when you're toting a one-year-old who will need a nap in exactly 13 minutes. Non-clothing items, however, I have a problem with. Guilt and anxiety take over and the items must be taken back! I have a hard time justifying buying anything.
I'm not a very social person. I think I'm friendly, and I totally enjoy being in social situations, but I just don't seem to throw a parties, call up girlfriends to chat, or organize play dates. Even those who I consider my best friends I don't do a very good job of keeping in contact with. I hope people don't think I'm rude, fake, or self-absorbed... I'm just boring. Plain and simple. I love to get invited to do things, but I'm never the one to instigate the fun. So lame, I know. I always tell myself I'll do better at making friends and spending time together... But I never seem to do it for some reason! I'm working on it, though. I think it's important to be a good friend.
My hair is super curly. Not cute-curly. Nappy-frizzy-curly. Like fine and fluffy at the ends and flat and frizzy on top.
My shoe size is 9 1/2. I have no cute shoes. Even when I buy cute shoes I end up wearing flip-flops. It's tragic.
I am the queen of rearranging furniture, desk space, clothes drawers, etc. I think I just like to organize and spruce things up regularly. Even if it was fine to begin with.
I love America and everything about it. I am a passionate conservative, but not crazy. Just logical. Common-sensical is what I consider myself, really. Freedom, self-government, accountability, the American Dream, love (not welfare) and "Don't tread on me!" describe my political perspective.
I sleep with a lumbar pillow from the bedding from my freshman year of college. I used to cuddle with Steve, until I got pregnant (and hottt, achey, and irritable, haha). Now I wrap my body around this long pillow every night. I totally love it.
I'm anemic. Like dizzy and exhausted all the time. I often forgot to take iron, so "blah" is my life quite often. Nothing a fat, juicy steak can't heal. Which leads me to my other bodily dysfunction. But that would be TMI.
Well, that's enough for now. I wrote most of this on my phone in the church parking lot while trying to get my screaming baby to either fall asleep or calm down. We ended up driving home. He became inconsolable. That's my Sunday almost every other week. Don't you love 1pm church with babies?? Psych!
Adios muchachos.
Comments
Loved the post.
I have been wanting to do a post like this for a while now because I'm way into keeping a journal for my children and their children and their children, but when I go to do it, I get shy and feel like I'll be judged for being self indulgent. But I'm going to now. Thanks for motivating me! And thanks for being the twin I never had!
That was so fun to read! We are a lot alike! I know what you mean about returning things. :) Dave could never understand that. And the social thing...I'm the same way. Anyway, it's fun to find out more about my niece. :)