Betcha Didn't Know....

That I was a candy striper in high school. I volunteered at a local hospital, and, yes....I even wore the cute little pink seersucker outfit.

That I was bitten by a very poisonous tropical spider when I was 5 years old. The doctor had to dig (literally, dig) the poison out of my leg. In my head, I can still see the green gunk as she dug it out.

That I am still traumatized by that whole incident.

That they baled our field for hay today. I love the smell of cut hay.

That I am a published author. (Don't get excited....it was a short story in a college publication...but, hey....my daddy was proud of me!)

That I was on the Speech and Drama Team in High School, and that I competed all over the state of Missouri in SD competitions. I went to State Tournament for Dramatic Interpretation. Can you believe it? Me? Dramatic? Shocker.

That I still have all my trophies in my attic.

That I probably will never get rid of them.

That I bribed the children today with my leftover Canadian money.

That they thought they had won the lottery.

That I sliced my thumb open on a metal paint roller while painting a clothing closet on a mission trip to an Indian Reservation in Wyoming.

That I passed out cold while getting stitches.

That I was given the Indian name RED THUMB as a result.

That I'm still irritated that I don't have something cool like RUNNING ELK or FLOATING BREEZE. Nope. RED THUMB. Awesome.

That I pop my gum, even though I know it tops most every pet peeve list I've ever read.

That I've tried to stop. And can't. So sorry.

That I'm a food snob. But not in the way most people are. No. I'm a junk food snob. Only the best of everything terrible for you can enter the pipes of mi familia.

That I sleep with a blankie.

That I know that you are laughing at me right now.

That I checked out a book at the library today.

That I probably won't even crack the cover because I'm still irritated that our library stinks like skunk and didn't even carry the book I had my heart set on getting.

That after a wreck I had in high school, I was called "Petey" (from the Little Rascals) because of a nasty black eye I had.

That I used to wish my parents had named me "Amberly."

That I now know that would only make the case worse for me and those of you that think I'm 12.
Ahem.

That I would have named my daughter "Emma."

That I still would if I were to have a daughter today.

That I wanted to name one of my sons "Titus" and another one "Micah."

That the husband wouldn't let me.

That I have it in my heart to adopt a baby.

That I wonder everyday if it will ever happen.

That I'm overly exhausted and probably won't remember typing any of this in the morning.


Enough ramblings for one night. G'Night, Friends.