Five Random Things
This post brought to you by the wonderful Karen.
So I guess the deal is that I have to “Write 5 random facts about yourself, and then list the names of 5 people whom you in turn infect. Also, leave a post to these people letting them know they have been infected.”
Do you know how tempting it is to keep from copying Karen’s five things and tell you all about the haircut I got last month? I’ll resist and try to come up with something more creative than that.
And just so you all know (again,) sometime this morning Mayer pooped and the whole main floor of the house stinks.
1. There are certain sounds that I cannot handle. The scraping of silverware on a plate or bowl and certain temperatures of ice being scraped from a window. If ever I hear those noises, I need to take counteractive measures. No, really. To counteract the screeching of these sounds I need to scratch my fingernails on something that is the opposite of screechy. Most often that’s just scratching them on my thumb.
2. I also won’t touch most doors with my bare hands. I’ll use my arm/elbow if it’s a push door, or if I have long sleeves on, I’ll open the door with my hand, covered by the sleeve.
3. Morning hasn’t started until breakfast has been eaten.
4. I love Christmas. I think it’s important to buy a new ornament every year so that you have some sort of “history” on your tree. I think theme trees are sterile, unless you’ve been accumulating your themed ornaments over the years. I know some people like to put up their trees with different themes every year, but that just means that you’re buying new ornaments every year. My goal in Christmas decoratorship is to be forever rid of glass balls.
5. I keep complaining about the poop because it’s the only thing I can smell. Jim won’t let me clean the litter boxes, so if I’m home alone and he isn’t, there’s no one to clean the boxes. Why won’t he let you clean them, you wonder… I suppose now is as good a time as any. I had wanted to wait until the first twelve weeks were over, but it seems I am impatient and cannot do so.
I’m 8 weeks pregnant!
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