Little Truths About ME....I bet you wanna know.

    When I am blog stalking.....er, I mean, surfing....my favorite page to read is the one about the author of the blog.  I gotta know about who is writing this stuff.  And I like to read about the little things the best.  The things that makes the author unique.  The things that make them real.

    If you are like me, and want to know the truth about the author, then read on. 

   I have the gnarliest eyebrows ever.  I spend a great deal of time and money on waxing those pesky things away. And they come back daily.  In places way too high, way too low, and way too far across to be normal.  They always look unkept.  God created me with a unibrow.  I don't know why.

   I gave birth to 3 boys.  They were all in the 10 pound range.  One was over 10 pounds.  I did not have a c-section.  I now pee on myself when I laugh, sneeze, cough, or exercise. And the skin on my stomach will never be the same.  It's not attractive.

   There have been 9,789,463 photos taken of my butt.  My darling husband takes a zillion of them every time he has the camera.  I have to meticulously go through the images and delete them all after every trip.  I always miss some.

   I cannot sleep without taking a tub bath.  A shower won't do.  Ever.  My tub is my own little oasis from stress.  And sometimes, if I take my bath too early in the evening and too much time has passed before I try to fall asleep, I will get back in the bath.  I realize this is weird.  I can't stop myself.

   I have a wicked sweet tooth.  I absolutely cannot refuse ice cream if it is offered.  If I know it is in the freezer at home.  I gotta have some.  I can hear it calling me.  Apparently, my sweet tooth started very young.

   I have no idea how to put on makeup.  I have been pretending I know since the 6th grade.  I just don't get it.  It's the eye makeup that is confusing.  I try to put the dark parts where they are suppose to go, but I always smudge it around too far or something and it looks weird.

    I have the worst sense of direction of anyone who has ever lived.  I have called the hubs on countless occassions and he has talked me through how to get from point A to point B.  I live in a tiny town with one red light.  Once in high school, I actually got lost walking two blocks back to my high school.  It's bad.  My GPS changed my life. 

   I am utterly mortified of dogs.  I hate em.  Mostly big dogs, but if the little ones are barky, then I hate those, too.  We have a family dog, Davy Crockett.  I'm not scared of Davy, except when I try to pet him.  Then my heart races a little.

   I was raised by June Cleaver and  Charles Ingalls.  My Mom is perfectly sweet and baked us cookies wearing an apron just like on Leave it to Beaver.  My Dad was strict, but in a loving way and is a very hard worker, just like the Dad on Little House on the Prairie.  I had a delightful childhood.

   I exercise because I like to eat.  I say I enjoy running, but actually, I just like how I feel after I run. 

   I could easily get obsessed with planning trips to the National Parks.  I get irked that I live on the east side of the Mississippi River, which is a gazillion miles away from most of them.  I long to see them all.  We have been to seven of them.  There are sixty National Parks.  I've got a long way to go.

 

    I am madly in love with this man....

....and these boys.

  

    I get overly excited when I have a new "Follower" on my blog or someone comments on something I wrote.  So go ahead and make my day.