I haven't done one of these in awhile, but I always think they're fun and I enjoy reading about other people's weirdness too. I'll go with 30, since that's my age. We'll see if I can come up with that many new ones that I haven't done in the past!
1. I never left the state of Iowa until I was 9 years old. Now I've been to around 20 states, and one other country.
2. I learned once that if you put an egg yolk in the microwave to warm it up, it will explode into a trillion microscopic pieces.
3. In general, I usually have anywhere from 5-15 bruises on my body. Over half the time I don't even know where they came from. I crash into things so much that I tend to forget.
4. I've called 911 twice in my life. Once for a legitimate reason. The other time I was 5 and wanted to see what would happen. I hung up on them. They called back and talked to my dad. Oops. At least they didn't send anyone out!
5. I HATED salad until I was 26, and referred to it as rabbit food.
6. If you think I'm quiet (which I usually am) and want to see me go nuts, play a game like Taboo or Catch Phrase with me. I get slightly competitive.
7. I get no joy from cooking. I wish I did, but I do it basically to survive and because we can't afford to eat out every day.
8. If I had closed my eHarmony account when I meant to close it, instead of accidentally letting my membership lapse, I wouldn't have met Jacob.
9. I have never in my life used a lawn mower...and I don't want to either. Dad and Erica were the lawn mowers at home. Now I have Jacob!
10. I could probably eat Mexican food every day and never get sick of it.
11. This is no secret, but Friends is my show of choice. If I'm happy, sad, mad...doesn't matter, it always cheers me up. I've seen every episode about a billion times and it's always hilarious.
12. The one and only time I went tent camping I: went into town with my BFF and bought gas station pizza, went back to town to buy Ben and Jerry's to deal with the stress of camping, almost died of heat, drove a 20 minute round trip to the flush toilets, broke out in hives the sizes of tennis balls. Good times.
13. After seeing a taping of Jay Leno, he drove up next to us at the stoplight, rolled his window down and talked to us. Well, really my parents. I was taking stalker pictures from the backseat on my phone.
14. I "forgot" my gym clothes a lot in middle school on mile run days...as did many other girls. Then the gym teachers started checking lockers. I was smart. I hid mine in an empty locker.
15. I eat out of boredom. I'm totally a compulsive eater.
16. Having to wear a back brace in middle school was the worst thing ever. As if middle school isn't awkward enough...here wear this huge plastic brace all day, every day. And oh, by the way, you won't even be able to bend over like a normal person.
17. I convinced my grandparent's to do a breakfast cookout at the park once. 8am and what do I insist on? Roasting hot dogs. Yep. That happened.
18. Watching Cops is a guilty pleasure of mine. I don't watch often anymore, but I love watching stupid people.
19. I was STARVING all through my labor and delivery with Daniel. My doctor was laughing when I said I wanted a cheeseburger in between pushing. Within an hour have having Daniel I was chowing down on a cheeseburger, fries and apple pie!
20. Last week at the Cardinals game, almost 2 hours before the game even started, my bra strap broke. How do these things happen to me! I spent 10 minutes in the bathroom, trying to rig something up. A double knot was the solution.
21. That is not the first time that happened to me. Only the other time it was my shirt. At 6 Flags. With our youth group. Thankfully it happened in the bathroom. I was changing out of my swim suit from the water park and the camisole top I had busted. Clothes don't like me.
22. One time Erica and I randomly came across a fair at Hawkeye Downs. We stopped to ride the Ferris Wheel. It was pretty late, and for some reason Erica thought it would be funny to call Mom and tell her what we were doing. Woke Mom up and she was NOT happy to be woken. 30 minutes later we get back to my car and it was dead. Guess who we had to call?
23. I HATE bugs, but because my little boy loves them, I'm making an effort to tolerate them. And by tolerate I mean I don't scream my head off if he brings one semi close to me. I have my limits, man.
24. I have never seen The Goonies. Apparently, I am seriously missing out.
25. I have zero intuition on whether this baby is a boy or a girl. Jacob knew Daniel was a boy from the start and has said girl from the start of this one. 20 more days until we find out!
26. I have never gotten a speeding ticket. Not even a warning.
27. 5 years after moving I still get homesick for Iowa. At least now I only cry a few times a year and not every other week. :)
28. I really want to take a road trip across America someday. I need some partners in crime to go along, because it's not Jacob's cup of tea.
29. I just looked out my window and saw the silhouette of a bird sitting on a wire with a beautiful sky behind it. I thought, "That would be a pretty picture." Just as I thought that, the bird pooped.
30. Being a mom has taught me what true sacrifice really is. I'd do just about anything for my little guy!
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Happy Early Father's Day to my Daddio!
Since Father's Day is coming up, I thought it would be fun to write a post about my Dad. I know I've done this before with random memories, but I wanted to say more. It's been a few years anyway.
I'm really thankful for my Dad. He's always been the quiet and more laid back parent, but has always been there and many times has served as the voice of reason.
I'm thankful that my Dad has always been a big part of my life growing up. He did tons of things, even things I can't remember because I was a baby.
He fed me bottles...and helped clean up my projectile puke. Gave me baths. Changed diapers. Heck, this guy was brave enough to keep me overnight (or possibly 2 nights?), when I was only 6 weeks old, so my mom could go on her women's retreat to camp over an hour away. This was in a day and age without cell phones to check in!
As I got older, Dad would watch Saturday morning cartoons with me. He'd take me on walks...and carried me home when I wiped out running down the giant hill at Roosevelt. He was the one who tucked me in most nights. We'd read stories and pray. Sometimes he'd pray in a Donald Duck voice. It was basically the best thing ever. Sometimes he'd lay in bed with me for awhile before tucking me in. He taught me the planets and continents when I was 4 years old.
He also gave us "Ruptie Tupties". Something his own dad did. It may go further back than that, but I'm not sure. What are they? You lay in bed and you get bounced up and down super fast while the "Ruptier" says, "Ruptie tuptie, tuptie, tuptie!" Weird? Maybe. I've passed it onto Daniel and he loves when I do it. Maybe someday he'll pass it on to his own kids.
He came to the Dad night at preschool and I got to read, "Just Me and My Dad" in a tent with a flashlight. I also got to put shaving cream all over his face and shave him with a Popsicle stick. We also did a safety patrol activity where that dad's where all some kind of community helper and us kids rode tricycles around roads made from masking tape. It was all fun and games until some dad who was a "police man" wrote me a ticket. I was profoundly upset and I'm pretty sure I just stuck by my dad after that!
When I was 6, I got the chicken pox. Dad discovered them while we were playing doctor and I told him to put the bandaid on my owie. Turns out they were pox. Thankfully, mine we super mild, but it didn't stop my dad from cracking jokes. I was pretty offended when he asked me if I laid any eggs? How rude!
Dad was the one to teach me how to ride my bike. I was a slow learner, but he finally took me up to the school blacktop and let go of me while I was peddling. There's a chance I crashed into a fence the first time that happened, but it wasn't too long after that, that I was cruising. One of my favorite things ever was when Dad would take me on a bike ride with him. I loved getting to ditch my sisters and felt pretty special that it was just Dad and I. He only tried to "kill me" once, by biking all the way to Morgan Creek on a blazing hot summer day. I'm still amazed I made it home without passing out. Mom was not happy with him. Haha!
He liked to do things outside. I mean, we had no cable and internet wasn't really around yet, so we all spent a lot of time outside. The best days were those lazy weekends where we'd throw the Frisbee around. Poor Dad. I usually ended up throwing it sideways and it would either go in the street or smack into the front of the house! Or we'd play wiffle ball or lawn darts. Always a fun time. Sometimes he'd come out on a hot day and soak his feet in our wading pool while we played and tell us stories. We'd shoot our Super Soakers at each other and just chill out on the deck.
In the winter he'd play board games with us. Not always, but it was always the best when he did! I remember him teaching Erica and I how to play Clue, and when it was time to make the accusation, he did it in the most dramatic voice, so we always did that too!
He was usually the one to take us sledding too. Mom would come along sometimes, but Dad was the one to actually sled with us...or accidentally give me a push, straight into a tree! I still have no idea why I didn't roll off the sled when I realized it was going to happen!
We always loved when Mom would go on retreats. She usually went on 2 every year. Ladies Camp and the Women's Winter Warm Up. Those were the nights when we could watch stuff we weren't allowed to watch. Mostly, The Simpsons (because Dad thought it was hilarious) and Tales From the Crypt. I loved it, but it legit scared the crap out of me. I pretended like it didn't, but I had to check my closet and under the bed every night because of that show!
Dad was the creator of "Electric Man". He'd lay in the dark with us girls and make up creepy stories. When Electric Man was coming he'd start saying, "Bzzzt! Bzzzt!" Then at the climax of the story he'd "electrocute" us by shaking us and yelling, "BZZZZT!!!" Man, those were the best.
Dad taught me how to drive. Mom tried, but both times ended in yelling and tears, so that was the end of that. No tears with Dad, but I did almost hit a tractor and mail truck, I got flipped off and I took a corner on 2 wheels, but we lived to tell about it. That dude has some serious patience.
He was the voice of reason, many times. Especially through my teenage years when Mom and I would get into it. He let us have it out, but sometimes I'd vent to him later. Sometimes he'd agree with me that Mom was over the top (sorry Mom!), but he was always quick to stop me if I was wrong and tell me not to talk about Mom like that. I'd go sulk, but get over it.
He's helped me move 3 times. While Mom gets the credit for helping pack up and clean, Dad gets the credit for moving the heavy stuff, putting together a bunch of crap for me and driving a big moving truck from Iowa to Illinois! And I'm sure if he can he'll help us when we move again! I know how much he LOVES it. Not. :) But, he still does it, because he loves me.
He's always been good at helping fix things too. Whenever something broke when I lived on my own, it was Dad to the rescue! He still helps when he comes to visit. Although my favorite, was when we moved in and he was helped us with something electrical in the basement. Whatever he did, made it so that if you turned off the basement light the dryer would shut off. It was a total National Lampoon's moment! I couldn't figure out what was wrong with our dryer for a few days and then had to wait until they visited again to get that one fixed!
Now, I watch him with Daniel and it just makes me smile. Daniel is the little boy he never had. Dad still does the same things with him that he did with us. He gives him baths (when Daniel allows it), changes his diaper, puts him down for naps and takes him outside to play.
Anyway, there are thousands of memories, but I just wanted to say, Thank You, Daddio! I love you!
I'm really thankful for my Dad. He's always been the quiet and more laid back parent, but has always been there and many times has served as the voice of reason.
I'm thankful that my Dad has always been a big part of my life growing up. He did tons of things, even things I can't remember because I was a baby.
He fed me bottles...and helped clean up my projectile puke. Gave me baths. Changed diapers. Heck, this guy was brave enough to keep me overnight (or possibly 2 nights?), when I was only 6 weeks old, so my mom could go on her women's retreat to camp over an hour away. This was in a day and age without cell phones to check in!
As I got older, Dad would watch Saturday morning cartoons with me. He'd take me on walks...and carried me home when I wiped out running down the giant hill at Roosevelt. He was the one who tucked me in most nights. We'd read stories and pray. Sometimes he'd pray in a Donald Duck voice. It was basically the best thing ever. Sometimes he'd lay in bed with me for awhile before tucking me in. He taught me the planets and continents when I was 4 years old.
He also gave us "Ruptie Tupties". Something his own dad did. It may go further back than that, but I'm not sure. What are they? You lay in bed and you get bounced up and down super fast while the "Ruptier" says, "Ruptie tuptie, tuptie, tuptie!" Weird? Maybe. I've passed it onto Daniel and he loves when I do it. Maybe someday he'll pass it on to his own kids.
He came to the Dad night at preschool and I got to read, "Just Me and My Dad" in a tent with a flashlight. I also got to put shaving cream all over his face and shave him with a Popsicle stick. We also did a safety patrol activity where that dad's where all some kind of community helper and us kids rode tricycles around roads made from masking tape. It was all fun and games until some dad who was a "police man" wrote me a ticket. I was profoundly upset and I'm pretty sure I just stuck by my dad after that!
When I was 6, I got the chicken pox. Dad discovered them while we were playing doctor and I told him to put the bandaid on my owie. Turns out they were pox. Thankfully, mine we super mild, but it didn't stop my dad from cracking jokes. I was pretty offended when he asked me if I laid any eggs? How rude!
Dad was the one to teach me how to ride my bike. I was a slow learner, but he finally took me up to the school blacktop and let go of me while I was peddling. There's a chance I crashed into a fence the first time that happened, but it wasn't too long after that, that I was cruising. One of my favorite things ever was when Dad would take me on a bike ride with him. I loved getting to ditch my sisters and felt pretty special that it was just Dad and I. He only tried to "kill me" once, by biking all the way to Morgan Creek on a blazing hot summer day. I'm still amazed I made it home without passing out. Mom was not happy with him. Haha!
He liked to do things outside. I mean, we had no cable and internet wasn't really around yet, so we all spent a lot of time outside. The best days were those lazy weekends where we'd throw the Frisbee around. Poor Dad. I usually ended up throwing it sideways and it would either go in the street or smack into the front of the house! Or we'd play wiffle ball or lawn darts. Always a fun time. Sometimes he'd come out on a hot day and soak his feet in our wading pool while we played and tell us stories. We'd shoot our Super Soakers at each other and just chill out on the deck.
In the winter he'd play board games with us. Not always, but it was always the best when he did! I remember him teaching Erica and I how to play Clue, and when it was time to make the accusation, he did it in the most dramatic voice, so we always did that too!
He was usually the one to take us sledding too. Mom would come along sometimes, but Dad was the one to actually sled with us...or accidentally give me a push, straight into a tree! I still have no idea why I didn't roll off the sled when I realized it was going to happen!
We always loved when Mom would go on retreats. She usually went on 2 every year. Ladies Camp and the Women's Winter Warm Up. Those were the nights when we could watch stuff we weren't allowed to watch. Mostly, The Simpsons (because Dad thought it was hilarious) and Tales From the Crypt. I loved it, but it legit scared the crap out of me. I pretended like it didn't, but I had to check my closet and under the bed every night because of that show!
Dad was the creator of "Electric Man". He'd lay in the dark with us girls and make up creepy stories. When Electric Man was coming he'd start saying, "Bzzzt! Bzzzt!" Then at the climax of the story he'd "electrocute" us by shaking us and yelling, "BZZZZT!!!" Man, those were the best.
Dad taught me how to drive. Mom tried, but both times ended in yelling and tears, so that was the end of that. No tears with Dad, but I did almost hit a tractor and mail truck, I got flipped off and I took a corner on 2 wheels, but we lived to tell about it. That dude has some serious patience.
He was the voice of reason, many times. Especially through my teenage years when Mom and I would get into it. He let us have it out, but sometimes I'd vent to him later. Sometimes he'd agree with me that Mom was over the top (sorry Mom!), but he was always quick to stop me if I was wrong and tell me not to talk about Mom like that. I'd go sulk, but get over it.
He's helped me move 3 times. While Mom gets the credit for helping pack up and clean, Dad gets the credit for moving the heavy stuff, putting together a bunch of crap for me and driving a big moving truck from Iowa to Illinois! And I'm sure if he can he'll help us when we move again! I know how much he LOVES it. Not. :) But, he still does it, because he loves me.
He's always been good at helping fix things too. Whenever something broke when I lived on my own, it was Dad to the rescue! He still helps when he comes to visit. Although my favorite, was when we moved in and he was helped us with something electrical in the basement. Whatever he did, made it so that if you turned off the basement light the dryer would shut off. It was a total National Lampoon's moment! I couldn't figure out what was wrong with our dryer for a few days and then had to wait until they visited again to get that one fixed!
Now, I watch him with Daniel and it just makes me smile. Daniel is the little boy he never had. Dad still does the same things with him that he did with us. He gives him baths (when Daniel allows it), changes his diaper, puts him down for naps and takes him outside to play.
Anyway, there are thousands of memories, but I just wanted to say, Thank You, Daddio! I love you!
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