Tagged
I have been tagged. I think that only 2 people that I know know what that means so I will explain. Someone came up with this as a cute little game for bloggers to share with other bloggers (and, I suppose, their general reading audience) 5 little known things about themselves. I have taken about 2 weeks to try and come up with these 5 things that I am supposed to share and I still don't really know what to say. I guess that leads in to number 1...
- I care what people think. I can say until I am blue in the face that I don't, that I am my own person and I do what I want, when I want, but the fact remains that, yes, I do care what you and everyone else think of what I say and do. I try to not let this effect everyday life, and it usually doesn't, but the thought is looming in the back of my mind most of the time; what are you thinking about me?? This is strange because on the opposite side of the spectrum, I am a very open and nonjudgemental person. I tend to be a people-pleaser, which has caused me trouble in the past, but now that I've learned that it is OK to say no when need be and there is no one in my life that I would mind doing anything for the people-pleasing isn't so much a disorder as it is just being happy and wanting to be with and help out family and friends when I can.
- I love the domestic-ness of being married. I know that things like cooking, cleaning, laundry, ironing, etc., are not the responsibilities of a wife and Darin and I do share the chore load around the house, but I don't mind any of it, and actually enjoy it a lot. I might be humming a different tune when I go back to work and school but so far, so good.
- When it come to the little crafty things I do I am a total freak and perfectionist. A perfect example is... I really do enjoy my scrapbooking but the process of starting it caused me anxiety. I would keep buying things for the book but I kept putting off the actual scrapbooking. I get frustrated when I want something to turn out a certain way and I just can't get it to look like the picture in my mind of how I wanted it to look (mind you I don't always know how to get it like that or if the products even exist to achieve the desired look in the first place.) I think that this may be somewhat related to #1 and I tell myself that this is for me, and I'm the only one that has to like it, and things get a lot easier (although I did wake up in the middle of the night with an idea for a page and just had to do it right then and there in case I forgot what I wanted to do in the morning. That's where the total freak part comes in.)
- I love it when I have a lot on my plate and am constantly on the go but I can be totally lazy. It would take nothing for me to sit for hours reading a book or watching TV and not feel the least bit of guilt over it. One thing I am very proud of myself for is getting off my ass and getting to my class at the gym tonight. Don't get me wrong, I love going and I feel great after it's over but sometimes I need that extra push to get there. That's where Darin comes in and we usually make it 4 or 5 times a week, but this week I am a single woman and could have totally gotten away with staying in and watching Oprah, but I went, and it feels good.
- For lack of anything else to disclose that is even remotely exciting, I will fess up to by carb addiction. If given the choice of chocolate or fresh baked bread, the bread will win hands down. Don't get me wrong, I love chocolate as much as the next girl but there is something about bread and dips, pita and hummous. Pretzels and nacho chips count, too. Throw in some good cheese and I am one happy girl.
Not very exciting, but 5 things nonetheless. Aren't you glad you asked, Megan?? As the rules to the game state, I am supposed to tag someone else to keep this game-a-going. I personally know two bloggers, the formentioned two knowing what being tagged is all about. One of them is kind enough to post links to other bloggers, therefore increasing the number of bloggers I am at least aware of. I tag Stephanie of The Robiltons (who hasn't posted since November; maybe this is the push she needs) Carrie, I am counting on you to let her know. :)


2 Comments:
Chocolate is a a carb my dear. I think we are all pretty much like number one, we are all just not willing to admit it.
Is it?? At least dark Chocolate is good for you and that seems to be what I am into these days. Maybe I should have said what we traditionally think of as carbs is what I am addicted to. (I blame by parents - Damn the Italians!!)
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