I just got tagged by Christy…so now I get to share 7 facts about myself. Now let’s see…should I share weird facts, funny facts, math facts…?

I believe that I will choose weird facts. Here goes:

Weird Fact #1:  Once when I was a teenager, my (teenage) brother stuffed one of his sweaty socks from basketball practice right into my mouth…as I was waking up from a nap. He denies having done this, but I remember. Oh, I remember.

Weird Fact #2:  I REALLY enjoy everything about food. Like in a weird way. I get a real kick out of having a freezer full of meat and a pantry full of preserved foods…and sometimes, I like to just look at it. That’s right, I just go open the freezer and look at my meat. And it makes me happy. 

Weird Fact #3:   Lest you think I have lot’s of extra time on my hands after reading #2, weird fact #3 is that I hate wasting time and usually start brushing my teeth, and then decide to start a load of laundry with my left hand while I’m brushing with my right hand, then I’ll close the washing machine, continue brushing and put in my earrings or some other task that takes about 10 seconds that would be precious time wasted if I waited until after I finished brushing. In other words, I really like to multitask.

(I suppose I could kill two birds with one stone and go look at my meat while I’m brushing…)

Weird Fact #4:  While I am great at multitasking in almost every area and can get tons of stuff done at once…for some reason I am not very good at talking and cooking at the same time. Oh, I can do it, but my food just doesn’t quite turn out the same. 

Weird Fact #5:  I absolutely can not hear you if I don’t have my glasses on or contacts in. Yes you read that right. Can’t see=Can’t hear. I guess I’m just that visual of a person. So, when my husband comes into the room and starts talking to me after I’m laying down in bed and have already taken my glasses off for the night, I have to say, “Wait honey, let me put my glasses on so that I can hear you…okay now, what were you saying?” (ah, bless his heart.)

Weird Fact #6:  Once, in college, two of my friends and I went and TP’d (how do you abbreviate “toilet papered?”) the homes of our Bible professor and Biology Professor. I promise you that this task is very uncharacteristic of me and that no one could believe I had done it (and if you know me and you’re reading this, you don’t even know what to think, do you?). Let me just admit to you that while I never in my life have the desire to do something that is so wasteful (both of time and money) again, I did enjoy myself and almost wet my pants laughing that night. (It would have been okay, there was TP aplenty.)

Weird Fact #7:  I love reading comments on my blog even more than I like looking at the meat in my freezer…so leave me comments! Just make sure I’m wearing my glasses so that I’ll hear you.

Picture This Number one:

As my husband was leaving for work this morning, I was telling him that I would call him on his cell phone at a certain time…

Sure (he said).

Then he went on to let me know that if he didn’t answer the phone it would be because he would be unable to do so at the moment.

Because he’s so bundled up with about 16 layers of clothing and big insulated coveralls to stay warm as he works outside in the never-ending winter…and it would be hard to reach the phone in time (I thought).

Nope. 

Because (and he acted it out a bit as he explained) he would probably have a hammer in one hand…. something else I can’t remember in his other hand…. nails in his mouth…. and be holding the siding that he and his coworker are putting on a house with his head as he stands on a 20 foot ladder.

Never mind, I won’t call you. (I will, however, pray without ceasing).

Picture This Number two:

(Prerequisite information:  on Thursday nights at our house, we have “sleep-overs” in which the boys grab their sleeping bags and camp out in the “game room”  and usually have a movie and popcorn.)

Justus (the seven year old) asked me last week if for the next sleep over, we could have it in the living room….under tents…which are really just every blanket we own draped over every piece of furniture we own. 

And I was working on the computer only half listening to him but I thought, oh why not. So I said sure. And he said, all of us? And I said, sure. And he said, really? And I couldn’t figure out why me saying yes was such a happy thing because it was at least the third time in his life that I had said yes to something fun.

And then I realized that he meant the all of us that includes the parents all of us, not just the all of us that includes the all of us boys part of us. 

Oh.

So, I guess Matt and I will be sleeping in a “tent”  having a sleepover on the living room floor tonight.

Picture This Number Three:

Matt’s face when I told him the plans for the evening (after he got down from the ladder…).