What you should know about me if we're going to be BFFs

I just read "Things You Should Know About Me if We're Gonna Be BFF" on Little Miss Momma (who, might I add, has an awesome little blog), and I felt inspired, so I thought I'd go ahead and write up my own.

Because who knows? Maybe one day we'll be best friends forever--or blog friends forever. Whatever.

Let's get started, shall we?

Things You Should Know About Me

 

 

 

First and foremost, the above picture does not reflect what I really look like. It's all about the angle, lighting, and (occasionally) filters.
 

That's more like it. And yes. That is me with a (very tall) leprechaun.

Moving along now...

I don't drink coffee.

Isn't that, like, against the mom code or something?
No, I'm not an alien. I still have to have my caffeine.

It's just that it's in the form of tea or energy drinks.


Bathroom time is MY time.
And I mean that. If I'm in the bathroom, you leave me alone.
The bathroom is like my mini-vacation.
I don't care if I'm in there for two days--don't come a'knockin.

I was a wild teenager.
At first, I thought that everyone was a wild teenager.
I soon realized that I was wrong. I learned a lot during those years and I kind of got the "crazy" out of my system.


Laundry is my worst enemy.
It's not putting it in the washer and dryer that bother me.
It's folding and putting it away that I loathe.
I'll put baskets of clean clothes in the bedrooms so I don't see it.
That is, until it starts consuming everything in it's path.


I'm addicted to sweet tea and energy drinks.

I used to drive to McDonald's for the tea.

Then, my husband started making it at home.

My house smells like roasted marshmallows when it's brewing.
Yum. I drink a lot of it. Too much of it.

Oh, and Red Bull gives me wings. What's not to like?
Out of my way, Mary Poppins! I don't need an umbrella!

 

 

 

 

I was instantly drawn to my husband.

You know how in the movies, a guy walks into a room,
the clouds part, the sun shines down on him, and the choir sings?

Yeah. That.

 

 

I live for the moments when I laugh so hard I feel like I'm going to pee my pants.

 

 

  

I love staying up late.

And then I hate it in the morning. But mama needs her down time.

 

 

I smoke cigarettes.

Grill me. Go ahead.

I know it's a bad habit. I know I should have never picked it up. But guess what? I did. And no, I don't smoke in my home, and I don't smoke in the car with my kids.

 

 

My #1 best friend is my little sister.

And she always will be. She's my rock.
She already knows all of this stuff.

 

 

 

 

I absolutely cannot stand for my hands to be dry.

Come into my house and you'll find bottles of lotion sprinkled throughout. If my hands are dry, I have to find lotion right then and there, or else I won't touch anything.

 

 

I don't keep medicine in the medicine cabinet.

And my medicine cabinet is terribly unorganized.
My husband always gets on to me about that.

I keep my medicine in the kitchen cabinet.
Why? I have no idea.

 

 

I have a warped sense of humor--and most people don't know.

I'm very, very, very conservative and aware of myself in public.
If we're not "cool"--and I mean you-see-my-house-a-mess-and-I-don't-care cool, then you probably haven't had a taste of my dementedness. And yes...dementedness.

 

 

I have a terrible habit of collecting papers.

Coupons, sales ads, old bills, random scribblings--you name it, if it's on paper, I've got it. I seriously have drawers in the house stashed with papers. Oh, and there are baskets. And closets.
It's a family tradition that's been passed down for generations.
Minor hoarding, if you will.

 

 

 

 

A clean house makes me a happy girl.

Cleaning, on the other hand, does not. I loathe cleaning.

It'd be fine if I didn't clean it, only to turn around and it be a mess again. How does that even happen? Oh yeah. Because kids are like poltergeists.

 

 

It freaks me out if my kid(s) cough while sleeping.

I'm afraid they're going to choke.

I have anxiety for hours after my child coughs while sleeping, even if I check on them every 5 minutes.

 

 

I really, really, really want a tattoo.

But I won't get one until I know with 100% certainty what I want and where I want it.

 

 

I despise snow, unless it's Christmas.

The only thing I like about the cold is the ability to wear scarves.

I only like snow on Christmas. End of story.

 

 

 

 

One day, I want to be recognized by complete strangers.

I don't want to be famous. I simply want to be known.
I want people to recognize me, but I don't want to be "cool enough" for them to want to take their picture with me. Does that make sense?
I just want to be known for something, I just don't know what that something is yet.

 

 

I am oblivious to "fashion."

I like scarves, knee-high and calf-high boots, hoodies, earrings, and jeans--not in that order. And if I feel like wearing all of the aforementioned items together, then I damn sure will. I very rarely wear dresses/skirts and I never wear high heels. You'll never catch me in shorts--I never show my legs in public unless I'm swimming.

 

 

 

 

I'm obsessed with all things nail related.

Nail polish, top coats, base coats, nail art, rhinestones, nail brushes, decals--everything. I used to do my nails every other day, or when they chipped. Today, I just don't have the time or the patience to wait for them to dry.

 

 

 

 

I'm the "shy girl."

I'm an introvert. I'm very quiet. It freaks people out sometimes.
I'm an observer, and people often mistake me for a bitch, but I promise you, I'm not.

 

 

I am very insecure of my smile.

It actually pains me to write about this.
I dream of a beautiful, white, movie-star smile.
My teeth just aren't in the best shape.
I've had a lot of fillings, and many are discolored.

 

 

When my hair is black and I'm wearing black, I feel comfortable.

My hair is naturally dark brown, but when it's black, I'm in my element.
I like the "dark" look and I'm 100% comfortable rocking it.

 

 

I have a lot of "junk" in my house.

I have a "junk drawer" and a "catch all" in almost every room of the house. Because where else do you put paper clips, shoe strings, little metal clasp thingies, and thumbtacks?

 

 

I love virtual window shopping.

I'll fill up my e-cart, and then click out of the website once I see my total.

 

 

I'm a Cincinnati Bengals fan.

WHO DEY!

 

 

 

I'm a homebody.

I love being at home. It's my castle. My safe place.
I can walk around in a tank top without people staring at my cleavage.

Unless, of course, you're my husband.

 

 

Nothing motivates me to clean my house like company.

If you think I should get off of my ass and start cleaning, tell me that you're coming over. It'll be spotless in no time.

 

 

I have three regrets in life.

One. My "first time."
Two. Dropping out of high school.

Three. Fighting with my parents so much as a teenager.

 

 

So, there you go. You now know more about me than most people. Congratulations.

 

 

Go ahead and share with me. What are some things about you that other people should know if you're going to be BFFs?