Instagram challenge: SMILE. Once a girl. Always a girl.
(p.s. i'll do better posting my own pics, i just didn't want to get hung up looking for The Perfect Picture, which was totally happening.)
As far as the blog challenge, something's happening writing-wise for me. I'm looking forward to writing again. I almost didn't want to type that out loud. I even blogged TWICE yesterday and made myself waaaait to post. It's like Christmas! It's like my birthday! It's like when I get you a gift! I can't wait, I can't wait!!! I haven't felt like that in a long time. It's good.
So, here's my blog challenge tah-day!
20 Facts About Me
(really? i get to do this? just talk about myself?) As a fellow blogger once put so very well:
Well, she is. But I'm stealing it.
I have six kids. Well, I didn't BIRTH six kids. I birthed two, but I *have* six kids now. As of May 2012. The Boyfriend has four and I have two. We all live together in a shoe. And I am telling you, these kids are just amazing, given what they've all been through. I am proud of them. Even when I've reached my limit. Even when the drama is Code Red. Even when I don't know what to say, to do. I am proud of them. I am proud of us. Sometimes I think I'm a mo' better mom/momager of six than I was of two. That said, I'm not good at this. I'm proud of this.
I love old people.
I think I might be a closet introvert. How does one live 40 years and just figure this out? Okay, semi-introvert. I like people. I suspect this has a lot to do with my GINORMOUS family and how I never get one single second to myself. I'm just saying, I can totally hang with my self, like 24/7.
I haven't been camping in yeeeeears. And I could cry right now, just typing that out.
My birthday is Cinco de Mayo, and I seriously love presents. You should start planning now.
I love to drive.
My big toe looks like a turtle head and my little toes look like turtle legs. Every time. I can't not see turtles.
When I hear hip hop and pop, I am automatically choreographing routines in my head.
I am far too nice, when I NEED TO GET PISSED. Like, so much.
I love looking at the lines on my palms. I'm so curious and need to know more.
I love beards. I didn't even know.
Number Twelve (this one is for my 14-yr-old):
I have no daughters that look like trashcans trying to look human. The end!
I'm a little psychic.
I can still do toe touches on the trampoline.
I get addicted to things.
I am highly impressionable. For instance, if someone says they had sushi for lunch. I will probably have to have sushi. Like, right now.
I'm a clincher and sleep with a mouth guard. It's super sexy.
I want to go on a date SO BAD, that I'm about to take myself.
I *choose* to get up at 5:00 every day. Silence is precious. And the coffee is so much better.
I think these kids (mine and his). are my best friends.