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5 Things You Might Not Know Unless You've Met Me:

1) I like to change my hairstyle. Right now it's back on the downswing from being short.
2) I live in a log house that Muh Main Man built himself.
3) I could easily work the night shift and sleep from 7am to 3pm. Napping is my favorite thing that I never have a chance to do.
4) I used to be a shoe-a-holic. At my prime, I had about 60 pairs of shoes. Even my babies had about 12 pair of shoes by the time they were 3 months old. I'm, not a shoe-a-holic anymore. I have about a dozen pairs now.
5) I like to buy myself a new purse every season and I get rid of the old one, never to use it again.

5 Things You Might Not Know Even If You've Met Me:

1) I'd been to Europe and Hawaii by the time I was 20, but since then, FL to NY is the furthest I've traveled.
2) My last name used to be the color of a Hershey bar.
3) Since getting married, I've had 2 dogs, 1 cat, 3 birds, 2 guinea pigs, 2 turtles, 2 fish tanks a tadpole turned to frog and an ant farm.
4) If I'd been introduced to kick boxing 15 years ago, I'd try to do it competitively. I'm too busy to manage black eyes and broken teeth at this stage.
5) I can be a little bit OCD - but I usually resist the urge to go check that I unplugged the curling iron 3 times.

PS - Since everybody has been waiting to hear, I have had exactly the same number of cups and lids ever since I disclosed my Dixie cup dilemma. AND, I fixed my profile so you can email me directly from my Blogger profile if that makes your life any easier.

Comments

PandaMom said…
I love reading this kind of stuff! I have to check to make sure the iron is unplugged about five times before I can leave the house and my bed HAS to be made before I can leave. I don't think I'm OCD, but I sure have some tendencies, huh? LOL!
Unknown said…
I learn something new each time I read your posts. I enjoyed all the fun stuff posted today.

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