I saw a fun game over on Kari's blog and thought I would play along. My letter is "T". I am supposed to come up with my 10 favorite things that start with the letter "T".
Anyone who knows me in real life knows I LOVE to talk. I always have a story to tell and sometimes it even involves you, my dear bloggy friends. I always say things like, "I have this friend, well this woman whose blog I read, who has this kid who . . . "
I love me some TV. I know I should be this wonderful mother like Torina and have little TV time, but I am not. Our DVR is usually full of wonderful things to watch. We love the news channels, History Channel, all Discovery Channels, HGTV, DIY, reality TV, and a myriad of other shows. I usually don't watch sitcoms, except for the Office. My kids are real TV connoisseurs also, but I require educational mostly, with a little Disney and Nick thrown in for good measure. I hate Cartoon Network for the most part.
Tasty Smelling Candles.
A stretch for "T"? Maybe. But I love candles. We live in an old house and I swear if you light enough candles you can raise the temperature without turning up the thermostat! Bonus. I love fruity candles, baked good candles, and coffee flavors.
I am a grazer. I would rather eat a bunch of small "meals" (I use the term loosely) than a large meal any day. It doesn't have to be sweets, I like crackers, cheese, nuts, celery, carrots . . .
I like toast. But I has to have lots of butter and strawberry preserves.
I was brought up with music. I love that music can take you back to times you remember hearing it for the first time. I love reliving memories through music. There are many songs that take me back to growing up at home with my dad. It helps me remember him and his tastes. Music can even invoke smells and sights for me. I don't know what I would do without music. It reminds me of who I was and who I am now.
My grandmother was ornery. She would always swat you or grab you if you walked by her. I call it "the butt grabbing gene". My mother has it. So do I. I am touchy. If you are grieving and you are standing near me, I will touch your arm. If you tell me good news I will try to hug you. I have really tried to stop this if I don't know if it's okay with you. My husband cannot walk upstairs in front of me without me pinching his butt. My kids will NOT go up in front of me. It's bad. Oddly enough, I hate being touched while I sleep. I am not a cuddler.
I think I am tough. I think I am resilient. My dad went through a long haul with cancer and finally lost. I saw my mom be stronger than I ever thought possible. She is a strong woman and I have learned a lot from that experience. I used to think I could never survive anything that hard, but now I know I could. Being a mom made me tough and being a mom of a special needs child made me invincible.
Once again a stretch. I have hundreds of pairs of earrings. . . the danglier the better. (Is danglier a word?) I love to wear loud, tacky, dangly earrings. McCartney is definitely inheriting my penchant for earrings. She has quite the collection already. We had her ears pierced when she turned 3 months old.
I always have my toenails painted. I will not wear sandals with naked toes. I have about 40 different bottles of nail polish that I have collected over the years. I am obsessive about polishing my toenails, but hardly ever paint my finger nails.
Wow. That was hard. Anyone else want to play? Leave me or Kari a comment and you can be assigned your own letter!
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