I just checked my blog email (which I don’t do nearly enough…) and found an email from another blogger (Crystal from sooobig.com) wanting to give me an award because she loves my blog. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s not a real award, more like a chain letter, but whatever, it made me feel good! I’ve seen these on other peoples blogs and thought ‘sigh, no one’s ever given me an award.’ So I was pretty stoked. Anyway, here it is and here is what I have to do:
Here are the rules:
- Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them in your post.
- Tell us seven things about yourself that others may or may not know.
- Award fifteen recently discovered new bloggers. (note from me: We’ll just pretend I’m a new blogger…and recently discovered. Maybe that means recently discovered by the person who sent the award to me? New to her? Whatever, I’m still thrilled with it!).
7 things you may not know about me (now you’ll find out I’m a little strange…)
1. I HATE it when rough things touch my hands and when I have to touch rough things. Ick. Gives me the heeby-jeebies like when someone runs their nails down a black board. I won’t even put lotion on my feet with my hands. I still put lotion on them, but I rub it in with my feet. Don’t get it? I put a bunch of lotion on one foot and then rub my feet together. Whatever, I’m weird. I know that.
2. I ALWAYS wear mis-matched socks and have since about 7th grade (15 years ago for those who are curious about my age) when I couldn’t find a pair of socks one day. I don’t like boring plain socks either. The quirkier and crazier the better. Sometimes I even wear toe socks (like gloves for your feet) on one foot and a normal sock on the other. Unfortunately, Australia doesn’t have the awesome supply of interesting socks that the U.S. has, so my interesting sock supply is dwindling. Mom, please send me some socks for Christmas.
3. Pre-children, my belly button was just a slit. It seriously looked like this: | I got it pierced to cover the silly little slit. I hated my belly button. Now it’s normal. Thanks kids for kicking the bollocks out of me in utero and stretching it out. Oh, and I found out that it has a freckle inside it. How did that get there? I only found it when my belly button popped out. Lucky for me it’s not a slit anymore because my belly piercing hole seems to have migrated half a centimeter up from my belly button during pregnancy. Not such a good look. Plus I think I’m getting too old for a belly button piercing. I’m not sure.
4. When I was little, I sat on a big rusty nail. Oops. It really hurt. Then I had to have a tetnus shot. Ick. I HATE needles. Maybe that should have been a point as well? Although now I’m getting used to them. You need a lot of needles when pregnant. Especially when you have a negative blood type. Hmmm… that’s 2 extra points I could have used. Darn it.
5. 25% of my left Tibia was actually a tumour, something I found out in high school when a slight knock to just the right (or wrong you could say) area broke my leg just below the knee. No one believed me that my leg was broken, so I sat there with it like that for 2 hours AND played guitar in a talent show before anyone would take me to the hospital. Then no one at the hospital would believe me either, since, as they told me, “no one breaks their leg there.” I had to practically force them to give me an x-ray. I heard it snap, I knew darn well it was broken. I’ve since had a bone graft from my hip to fill in the tumour. It wasn’t cancerous, FYI, just a pain in the ass. Still is, it feels disgusting when anything touches the area. Ick. Oh, and all around it doesn’t get goosebumps. Weird.
6. Ummm…this is hard. What else can I say??? hmmmmm…. When I was young, I wanted to be a vet. Then I discovered I’m squeamish around blood. And I can’t look when there is cutting. Or stabbing. Or anything remotely surgical. Or even when I’m getting a shot or blood drawn. Shudder. Kind of squashed my career prospects…. Once my sister in law was cutting a frozen english muffin in her hand (as you do…) when she cut a lot too far down and sliced her hand open. It was pouring out blood. She showed me and asked what to do. She asked me? Ha! I flapped my arms, and freaked out. “I can see your meat!!” I screamed.
7. I’m a flapper. I flap when I’m excited, when I’m watching something and it’s not going well (like the team I’m not going for is scoring), when I run, the list goes on. I just flap my arms up and down like I’m trying to fly or something. Only I don’t do it on purpose, it just kinda happens. I didn’t even realise that I do it until someone told me. Probably Aaron. Or The Jess. I seem to have passed this trait on to Hannah. Whenever I’m drying her off after her bath, she flaps and flaps and giggles whilst stating with a huge smile “I’m FLAPPING!” And then I realised that she also flaps when she runs. Poor girl. Why couldn’t she get Daddy’s running ability? He is a good runner. He runs all the time. He runs in races even. Not me, I just flap. Awesome.
Thanks Crystal, I love my award, and It was kinda fun writing random facts about myself. Good times. Now who shall I pass this award on to????????????????????????????????????
Don’t forget to vote once per day, help me get to number 1 (or at least stay at number 2…) THANKS!!!
Mommy Adventures 
hmmm, Sheri is number 2. Fitting since you often write about poo.
Congrats on your award.
Do you remember the day you decided not to be a vet? After having dissected a number of dead things when you were little, who would have thought that you would ever have had such issues with needles. Then we had a cat with kidney problems and I hurt my hand and wanted you to put in the needle for the subcutaneous water flushing thing he had to have to survive. And you couldn’t do it, I ended up having to do it with my left hand. I said “If you can’t put a needle under a cat’s skin how are you ever going to be a vet?” I thought that would convince you to do it, but instead you decided at that moment not to be a vet.
Congratulations! I just recently found your blog and I find it just as enjoyable as the person who gave you the award! 🙂