Thursday, October 2, 2008

Catching Up on Tags

I'm such a slacker when it comes to tags. I wish I could think creatively like Danyelle, but it's late and nothing brilliant is coming to mind so here goes...

1. I can't drink any liquid without a straw. Of course I can physically, but I choose not to. I buy the 1500 count straws from Costco, it lasts me a couple of years.

2. I do NOT understand the democrat way of thinking. It makes NO sense to me. The idea of big government and massive federal funding does not mesh well with my belief in being self-sufficient. I prefer the "teach a man to fish" principal rather than the "give a man a fish" ridiculousness.

3. As a child, I hated black olives. I told my parents that they tasted like metal. They thought I was crazy, but I recently learned that my blogging buddy Noelle feels the same. I actually love olives now, she still hates them.

4. I have come to the realization that I cannot stand to read fiction. Over the summer, a few people tried to get me to read a couple different novels, none of which I could get past the first chapter. Give me an autobiography, a self help or parenting book, however, and I can't put it down. The only exception to my no fiction rule, is children's chapter books. We are currently reading "The Tale of Despereaux" each night and I am in love with it.

5. If you are a regular reader of this blog, you know I am passionate about music, but what you might not know, is that I am also passionate about smells. Lovely ones, that is. My ALL TIME favorite smell though, is my candle. I can't stand to live without it. The brand is Tyler and the flavor is called Panache. It is the smell of grapefruit and currant and oh, how divine it is. Stop by and smell it sometime. If only there was a scratch and sniff feature on this blog.

6. I despise school fund raisers. I know they're necessary, but I can't stand sending my children off to beg for money. It annoys me big time.

7. I actually get sick to my stomach when my children show me their scrapes and scratches. The sight of blood on myself or anyone else doesn't bother me, only when it is my children. I feel physically nauseous when they come to me for help. It's sort of pathetic.

Thanks for the tag Laurel.

P.S. I am so looking forward to the spiritual uplifting and edification that this weekend will surely offer.