Monday, November 28, 2011

Don't you know anything about me?

Considering I'm new to blogging, but not self reflection, this should be an easy exercise.  So why am I have an anxiety attack.  Okay, not attack, but little butterflies in my stomach because I cannot, for the life of me, think of five things to actually tell you about myself in these categories. Please bear with me.  (Deep breath) Okay...if you look at my stats no one reads my blog because...well, to be expected since the last time I posted anything was when my lovely daughter wouldn't take a bottle, like, a year ago.  Yeah.  So you don't know anything about me.  It still doesn't make this any easier, so I'm going to dive right in.  Eeeessshhhk!

You don't know that I...

...did not like chocolate until after giving birth to my daughter.  I could handle the occasional...VERY occasional Snickers or small bag of M&Ms.  I actually was gifted a heart filled with chocolate from my mom on Valentine's Day several years over my lifetime.  They always sat on my dresser still in the plastic wrap until I threw it out.  Then (BAM!) daughter was born, tasted chocolate and can't get enough. terrified of tornadoes.  TERRIFIED!! You mention the word and I FREAK out.  I am so terrified that I can't stop watching the specials about them.  I want to know all I can to be prepared for when it hits.  I mean I am truly PETRIFIED.  I hope you understand that, they are dreadful acts of mother nature.  It is terrifying to know that when two fronts hit it could cause a whirlwind of fury that can completely wipe out ANYTHING in it's path.  Terrifying.  Okay.  I think you get my point.

...have tattoos.  I have two tattoos.  I may share photos one day.  One is of "The Archer" (Sagittarius) drawing his bow and aiming his arrow to the clouds.  The other is of Stargazer lilies, my favorite flower.  I can't wait to get more.  I think tattoos for the most part are beautiful. They are as unique as you and I.  They usually tell the story of the person that has them.  And I think we all have a story to tell. obsessed with Hoarding: Buried Alive and Extreme Couponing.  Okay...I watching Hoarding because it makes me want to clean my house.  I'm talking deep cleaning.  I can't help myself.  There are times when I watch it at like 10 o'clock at night and want to start tearing things out and throwing crap away.  What I find interesting is that I wish I had a stash of groceries like those couponers do, and at any point of time I could (or the actual extreme couponers) could become hoarders themselves.  Okay, let's be honest...some of them probably are already.  That's not the point.  I LOVE the shows so much that I don't like watching them when other people are around because they criticize talk too much through it.  It's kind of like when I watch FRIENDS.  Okay...Next...

...cannot watch FRIENDS DVDs without starting from the beginning.  And if you watch it with me be prepared for a LOT of laughing sometimes before the punch line, reciting lines, just general merriment. but I CANNOT just start at season 6.  If it has been more than a month since watching it last I MUST start from Season 1, Episode 1 and go forward.  I know, I husband tells me all the time that "you got problems".  Then I just laugh at him because there's nothing I can do about it.  It's kind of like I have to make my bed before getting into it.  (Don't try to understand...just know that it's my thing.)

Whew!  That wasn't painful or nearly as hard as I thought it would be.  Now on to the rest...

What am I knowledgeable about?  I am going to list some things, but let's just face it, I'm not an expert in any of them.  I know what I know, and I'm always learning and striving to fill my head with information about any of the below listed items.  

1.  Breastfeeding. 
2.  Scrapbooking.
3.  Journaling...telling your story to yourself.
4.  Cloth diapers.
5.  NASCAR...I don't know if I can still say this since they went and made changes to the rules, like, every season.  The things is in my circle I am probably more knowledgeable than my circle of people, so it's on the short list.  (Oh and I bet you didn't know I watched NASCAR)

How do you know you know nothing about something if you don't know about it?  That made sense in my head.  (Laughing at myself on the inside.)

(Another deep breath)
Okay...let's see...

I don't know nothing about how to get a home business going.
I don't know how to get rid of the piles of crap that "need to be sorted" permanently.
I don't know anything about where to set up a blind or pick a spot for hunting.
I don't know how to let go of the need to fit in or be a part of things.
I don't know how to not be the life of the party & be a wallflower.

Well, okay.  I think that about sums it up.  I've probably told too much, or not enough, but I'm going to just let it go.  I'm sure what I've written can't be the worst things for someone to tell about themselves on the Internet.  Hey, I watch YouTube videos...I know.

Thank you Mama Kat for getting me motivated to write something, self-reflect and share, AND post it for the world to see (even if it is just a small part of the world) :)

If you are not aware of who Mama Kat is...Here you go.
This particular prompt was inspired by LouLou's Views

Thank you, Ladies, for getting me out of my shell.