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twenty-six

I saw this on this blog (Surviving the Secondary Fertility Madness) and decided I was going to play along...

Twenty-Six (OR A-Z of Me, as some are calling it...)

1. Age: 28

2. Blog Title Inspiration: Our journey that wasn't fun to get to where we are today.  A place to journal without any criticism.

3. Chore You Hate: Folding laundry. Oh wait, NO... cleaning our double sink bathroom counter!  That's what I hate the most.  Hate it, hate it, HATE it!

4. Day at the Beach or Cozy Rainy Day?  Day at the Beach, could love the to touch some sand and the ocean.

5. Essential Start Your Day Item:  Water.  Someone has got to take a shower everyday and that's ESSENTIAL!

6. Favorite Color: Red.

7. Gold or Silver? Silver

8. Height: 5'7''

9. Instruments You Play:  I played the piano for 8 years while growing up.  I could probably read some music and try to play something now, but it would be sloppy.

10.Job Title: Office Administration Manager

11. Kids: 1 on the way... Due June 4, 2011

12. Live:  In the Midwest, currently on the verge of suffering from "white depression" and patiently waiting on spring!

13. Mom's Name:  Gayle, Gail or Gale... depends on who you ask.

14. Book Currently on Your Nightstand:  I don't read.

15. Nicknames:  Jill-doe, Dill Pickle, Jilly Bean, Jackson, etc...

16. Overnight Hospital Stays? Ummm, when I was little (around 4) I had a bladder infection that led to a bladder surgery.  Aside from that, I stayed with my mom during her hospital stay...

17. Pet Peeve: Currently, people chew with their mouth open.  Specifically the girl in my office who pops her gum and chews ice chips ALL DAY.  She even talks with her mouth full of ice chips during meetings or just in conversations with other co-workers.  I'm going to kick her in the mouth if that shit continues.

18. Quote from a Movie:  Anna Scott from Notting Hill, "After all... I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."

19. Right or Left Handed? Right.

20. Siblings:  1 sister & 1 brother.

21. Time You Wake Up? Like for the day or just when my animals are requesting me to assist them?  I get up at 12am to put my cat in the basement because he's yelling and keeping everyone up.  I get up at 4:30am because my dog thinks that's the time to eat and in turn wakes the cat up and then I have to feed him a bit too (with his meds).  Then about 6:45am-ish, that's when I really wake up and start the day.  Usually by packing my husband's lunch and preparing breakfast (of some sort).

22. Underwear:  At the present moment?  To be completely honest... a thong.  These days are fewer and farther between but there are still a few that fit and work with better with whatever I'm wearing.  Don't get me wrong though... most days I'm wearing glorified granny panties and that's just for comfort.

23. Vegetable You Dislike:  Brussels Sprouts.  OMG, gross.  Can't do it.

24. What Makes You Run Late:  Currently, clothes and just being me.  I'm usually very good at being late.  Being married to my husband has changed out late I am in most cases, but I do run late more than I'd like to admit.  Lately, I've been having issues finding things that look good and that takes more time than usual and in-turn, makes me late.

25. Yummy Food You Make:  Buffalo Chicken Dip, Chili, Homemade Mac N' Cheese, Tuna Salad, Egg Salad, Sangria (from Alyson- YUM), and many other things I cannot think of right now...

26. Zoo, Favorite Animal:  Giraffe.

If you had fun reading along, please go ahead and do one for yourself!  It was a good time and I'm sure you'll feel the same way...

Comments

Sarah said…
FYI - Notting Hill is one of my all-time favorite movies. And that is a GREAT line.
M said…
hilarious, some new fun facts! I will have to do this post on my blog soon.
Jill said…
Notting Hill is in my top 5 movies. Great flick.

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