Tiffanie tagged me in her last post entitled "List 8 Honest Things About Yourself, and Make Them Interesting!" OK, here goes:
1. I want everyone to be happy. I'm a "PLEASER" at any cost. I'm definitely a "white" personality. I have to concentrate on "not fixing everything for everybody." I want everything to be pleasant, happy, joyful, peaches-n-cream, as easy as possible, no conflict, and no confrontations please. Why did I come to this earth anyway? I really do understand the concept of "opposition in all things" and "all these things shall give thee experience" and "adversity makes us stronger" -- I just don't like anyone to be sad or (heaven forbid) upset with anyone else. And I certainly don't like feeling that way. I can't stand yelling of any kind for any reason. As a child I was taught, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." I have never outgrown that and it's been a huge issue most of my life.
2. I hate certain smells to the point of becoming physically ill. I won't list them here; it will just make me vomit. That's one of the smells I don't like.
3. I would rather be with Randy than anyone else on the face of the earth. Anytime. Anywhere. Doing anything. I want to grow old with him. Really really old. With him. Not without him.
4. If I see a penny on the ground, I pick it up -- no matter what. I think it brings me good luck that day. It usually does. But I wouldn't know if it didn't because I always pick 'em up. Most of my 'bad days' I didn't see a penny on the ground. That's proof enough for me.
5. I don't like mean people. I don't understand that behavior. I don't relate with the way their brains work.
6. I have never mowed a lawn in my entire life. I don't know where the button is to start the dang thing. I can tell the difference between a gas-powered one and an electric one because one has a cord. I do LOVE the smell of freshly cut grass, however. But getting grass stains out of the kids' clothes when they were little frustrated me beyond belief!
7. If I had one wish it would be to sing. I guess I wasn't standing in the right line when that talent was being given out. When I would sing a lullabye to my kids at bedtime, they would say, "Mommy please don't sing, I promise I'll go to sleep!" How sad is that?
8. I always wanted to have blue eyes when I was a little girl, and now I love, love, love that I have brown eyes!I have to add that Tiffanie is the 8th child in our family ..... and one of the most honest people I know! Yep, I kinda like that number!