[I saw this on a few other blogs, and totally ripped it off you. Thanks!]
If you really knew me:
If you really knew me:
-You'd know that I never paint my fingernails. Toenails? Yes. Fingernails? No. If I ever do paint my fingernails, I almost start peeling the polish off immediately, and then it just irritates me. So, it's better left au naturale.
-On that same note, I'm a nail biter in recovery. I used to bite my nails a ridiculous amount, mostly out of boredom (in college classes and what not), or out of nervousness. When I started taking my pre-natal vitamins a few months before I got pregnant, my nails grew so nice. I started being better about not biting them off right away. Now? I don't bite nearly as much, if ever. Possibly because now that I have a child, I simply don't have nail-biting time. :)
-I didn't love college, and in fact....if I didn't HAVE to go because ahem, being a teacher means you need to be educated (go figure?), then I probably wouldn't have. I know that sounds bad, but I really just hate homework and useless information. Sad, but true. Amazingly enough, here I sit only 2 measly classes away from my masters degree. Shocking to even me.
-My first car was a mint green Toyota Tercel, and they don't even make the darn car anymore. Probably because after a few years of use, the car turns into a tractor (or sounds like one).
-My next car was the cuuutest, shiny, new Volkswagon Jetta in a dark green with tan leather interior. I felt like a little diva in that car and seriously...thinking about it now? I loved. Like, a lot. Sadly, one February morning on my long drive to my first year of teaching, I got absolutely pummeled into by an ignorant lady in a Toyota Sequoia big-arse SUV. It was an extremely serious accident, actually. However, I walked away (aka: jumped out of the back seat door b/c my drivers door was smashed in) with nothing but a messed up lip, bruised chest, and beat up knee. If things had been only a foot to two-feet different, it's totally possible I would not have walked away at all. [Ps: Now that I'm typing this, it would make for a great post because that lady was reee-dic and so.very.mean to me after almost killing me. It was her fault, too. Biotch.]
-I listen to the same playlist of music every.single.morning. I 'blame' the baby (because, I!swear! it helps her take her first nap better), but that's complete bee-ess. I just like it and hearing a mix of Jack Johnson, Shawn McDonald and Colbie Caillat make me happy on any given day.
-I used to have a shopping problem. Okay, it wasn't diagnosed or anything...but ohmigosh, I could shop and loved-me some clothes. In fact, I probably blew many-a-paycheck on clothing, and only clothing. This was all pre-marriage. Getting married whipped me into shape real fast. I wasn't the only one looking at the bank account anymore and had a husband who didn't quite let me get away with that kind of behavior. Looking back, I was oh so foolish.
-I am extremely fearful my Etsy shop will be a big.fat.fail. I did so good selling them without the shop, and now that it's open...and only had one sale (thanks becky!)...I'm getting worried. My secret hopes of being a mommy-millionaire are quickly coming to an end. [Kidding aside, I never did expect to become a millionaire off of headbands. I'm not an idiot. But? To make a little side money to give me any chance of staying home again next year? Yea. Sure.] Now that my craft room is almost fully made-over and a much more inspiring work-space, I'll be adding more things to my shop, and possibly pairing up with my sweet sister to make some fabulous combo's.
-I never shower daily. There. I said it. I'm an every-other-dayer. You grossed out yet? Honestly...it's mainly because of my hair. I do NOT like to wash, dry, and 'do' my hair every.single.time. I just don't have the time or energy. Also...I dread, no, loathe the after-shower 'get ready' routine. It is quite possibly one of my top 10 most dreaded to-do's. Besides, I have dry hair and washing every single day just isn't a good thing. Making exuses for my poor'ish hygeine? Maybe.
Have a happy Wednesday!