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| The kids & I after a long day hiking... don't judge! |
It has been over a month since I’ve started this blog and by the increase in readership I’m assuming that it’s no longer just my sister and my close friends who are reading Growing Oranges. There may be a few of you who actually don’t know who I am, who don’t get annoying calls from me at 11am every morning when I start to realize that my kids are horrible and I’m not even halfway done with my day, nor do you read my personal Facebook page where I talk about things like missing Speedo’s in the Olympics (thank goodness those cute water polo boys still rock them) or show pictures of my children’s utter failures (like decorating my house with toilet paper).
So in an effort for you to get a better idea of who I am as a person, I thought I would share “5 Things You Didn’t Know About Me… Especially Since You Don’t Know Me”:
1. My kids are horrible little monsters! There are some people you will meet that will tell you that their kids are crazy and will warn you about how bad they behave, and then you will meet their kids and realize that they totally exaggerated everything they ever said. That is not me. I am not one of those moms. My boys are horrible little monsters. I try, I really truly try to keep them under control but it just doesn’t always work out for me. So in an effort to avoid public humiliation I don’t go out to eat to any restaurant that doesn’t have a playground, I never take them to the mall (I was told on Friday that Crate & Barrel closed down in the Mission Viejo mall years ago… I had no idea), and I have to lock myself in my bedroom and then lock myself in my bathroom if I want to make a phone call without having the kids screaming in the background. Moral to this little fact about me: hanging out with me and my kids will make you love your kids just a little more than before.
2. My house is dirty. I can never understand how people (especially moms) have these adorable blogs where they post every single day, do amazing DIY projects, and cook gourmet meals while still having these fantastic homes in the background. This is not me. I am not one of those bloggers. My house is dirty, not like “call CPS and the hoarders show” dirty but I probably need to scrub my bathrooms a little bit more than I do and catch up on the 15 loads of laundry that are currently taking up residency in my garage. I drive my husband crazy; he can’t understand why I never put the laundry away after folding it on the sofa (when I actually get around to doing the laundry). Or why I can’t put back the clothes that I took out of the closet, tried on, decided I didn’t like, and then left in a pile on my bedroom floor. I need an intervention, which actually means I need a maid. But again, the moral to this little fact about me: hanging out in my house will make your husband appreciate you a little more than before.
3. I read horrible chick-flick books. This is a very hard fact to admit to, but I need to just rip the Band-Aid off and wave my “Chick Flick Flag” with pride. I have a large collection of paperback books from cheesy writers like Nicholas Sparks and Sophie Kinsella. My philosophy with reading is that if I learn something from it, then I don’t want to read it. I’ve been through college; I’ve put my years of reading in. I now want to entertain myself with horrible romance books that tend to always have some major life crisis but end with a “happily ever after”. Maybe I can blame this on growing up near Disneyland; maybe they poisoned my drinking water with a potion that would make me a pathetic romantic woman who reads paperbacks. So, the moral to this little fact about me: if you like cheesy paperbacks then you should stop by my next garage sale because I will have a lot (I need to invest in a eReader, add that to my “if I had a ton of money” list)
4. I sometimes leave my filter at home. Now, this might not surprise you a ton but I can be a little snarky. There are some people who go on the internet and take on a whole different personality than what they are in real life. Like maybe you will meet someone online who is super funny, pretty, and dresses great but you meet them and they don’t talk, they obviously posted a fake picture, and they cross-dress. Well, don’t worry about this, I will completely embarrass you with my humor and ask inappropriate questions whenever I get an opportunity. It’s become an art. This, just like my dirty house, is another thing my husband would enjoy changing about me. He’s a pretty quiet guy, super easy going, and just all around nice. I am loud, high strung, and maybe a little bit too much for some people to handle. But thankfully, opposites attract. The moral to this little fact about me: if you don’t like my snarky humor online, then you probably don’t want to get stuck in an elevator with me when the power goes out.
5. I want a baby girl. I got on this big kick about being happy with whatever gender Heavenly Father gave me. I would give that whole cheesy “as long as the baby is healthy” response when people would ask what gender I was hoping for. But now that I have a house full of boys, the thought of never having a little girl is starting to weigh on me. So much that I’ve actually started to Google pricing for getting my husband’s sperm spin to increase our chances of having a girl (surprisingly it doesn’t cost nearly as much as I thought it would). I think I’ve convinced my husband to try for our #4 this fall (he is still denying this but he also denied that he would marry me up until he signed the certificate) but sadly it will most likely be my last pregnancy. So if my last baby comes home with an “outie” instead of an “innie”, I will love it just the same. But when no one is around, I might break out a box full of pink dresses and dress him up. Moral to this little fact about me: if you have a baby girl, you shouldn’t ask me to babysit because you may not get her back (unless she cries, I’m not a fan of crying babies… even if the crying baby is wearing pink).
Alright, I hope those five little facts about me helps you to get a better understanding about who I am. Not that you care. But if you do, then now you know. It’s 1am and I’m off to watch a few more hours of the Olympics because I am obsessed with them. I will also admit that with every new sport that comes on I think “I wonder if my kids could do that”. Yup, I’m that mom; trying to figure out how to get my kids to win gold medals even if they don’t love the sport. They will learn to suck it up, do good, and make mama proud!
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