Random Fun-Facts, about me.

This will be an ongoing post I am sure, as my A.D.D. continues to remind me different facts about myself to note. I once did a post titled, "25 Facts you may not know about me". It was probably on Facebook or something incredibly personal-fact-sharing worthy site ;) I stumbled across it not long ago and it did make me smile. I created 25 facts about myself while on bedrest with Madelynne.. many things have remained the same, but due to new dynamics of life and changes.. a lot of things I have a full new prospective on! I enjoyed reading that.. that something about myself ;) who knew! So I think I will do it again.. but casually, but let's be honest: I may have had the time to sit on my ass and dwell about myself then, but those times now only occurr in the 6m drive to work and I am alone.. the few moments of quiet in my house at 3a after Belle has laid back down, or usually.. just when it happens and I have an "Ahh-HA!" moment.


Here goes:


Every night that I pull into the driveway, 1130-12p or so. There are two bunnies that ALWAYS start running from between mine and the neighbors house towards the woods. Those bunnies make me smile, every.single.night. that I get to pull up and see them. They never let me down, always there :)


Im scared to death of suicide. I am terrified beyond belief that people close to me that are having difficult times, will feel lonely and sad enough to have such selfish and painful thoughts of suicide. I wouldn't know what to do with myself and how not to feel personally accountable. I know it's utterly morbid, but the thought haunts me.


I have an irritional fear of wasting an awesome outfit on an insignificant day.


I keep crappy friends around to randomly keep in touch with just to remind myself I am making better life decisions and am a better person than some. In the same breath, I am learning that some people, really really do suck. It's not always correct to assume you're better than someone else -- but as I get to really know other people, some people just really do suck all around!


Old people can be assholes. Just because they are old, does not mean they are sweet and you have to love them. Always show your respect for the elderly, but they can still be bitter hateful people.. just old.


I can't sleep sound unless I check on my babies every night. Mady almost always needs to be retucked into her bed, and Annabelle needs to be covered. I have a horrible fear of them stopping breathing in the middle of the night.. I HATE those thoughts, and can't shake the idea until I check on them.


Im lazy. I can absolutely list off 32 things I have accomplished during the day, and I know I was busy enough to forget to eat, but every opportunity I have I am sitting back and being a lazy mom. I wish I had more energy sometimes to really get in the floor and play with my babies. They are happy of course -- I just know I could make them laugh a little more than I actively try to do.


I am extremely grateful for:
-Not being in school, no homework - test - quiz - papers - class etc. Every single day I am thankful not to have school.
-My heated mattress pad. O.M.G. heaven, seriously, I will replace that thing faster than AK replaced our TV in 6hrs when it died, if it ever kicks the bucket.
-My metabolism. Yea, I can tone up a bit, but for having two kids and eating the crap I do on little exercise. I look damn good and I am proud thankful for it!


I am growing a stronger and stronger hate for smokers. You're disgusting. Your breath stinks beyond belief and you don't even know it. And yes, while you think smoking outside clears you from smelling like an ashtray, you are HUGELY mistaken! I am starting to find myself avoiding so many friends and LOTS of family functions purely because the smoking is getting under my skin that bad. I can't tell you to go outside at your own house, so I just won't come. Not around my kids, sorry.


Good things don't happen to good people like me. I am learning this every single day. Eventually karma will come around, I supose, but in the meantime I just keep busting my butt for everyone and watch them get cool shit.


I love to smile. I love walking past someone that is wearing a smile -- they're apparently thinking of something that makes them happy and just that thought melts me. I love to laugh, I love to make others laugh and then I get to see that smile they wear on their face. I wonder if this comes from growing up in a home that people didn't always wear a smile, life in our house hasn't been a whole lot of smiles lately, so I wonder if I am just thriving to see others happy for myself?

Clay Walker is probably the number one musician that will immediately take my attention and often times make me tear up within a line or two. I love his music, his songs and his voice. Second two in line: Janis Joplin & Joss Stone.