So I have all these random shares (or confessions) crossing my mind lately and always enjoy when other people share. Some of these are quite lengthy though, but here we go:
---For the most part I was always a good kid growing up. I didn't smoke, I didn't drink until it was legal, I didn't do drugs, and I didn't really sleep around. I went to church and youth group, participated in numerous school clubs, and volunteered at the local hospital and at a retirement center. I played sports and got good grades, and only skipped school on occasion. I was pretty quiet and insecure in high school, and was always the girl who had a boyfriend. (Ironically in the eight years after that I was almost always without a serious boyfriend.) I was voted "Most Caring" and numerous times individuals from high school have told me about how sweet of a person I was.......even though my best friend will openly tell me I was somewhat of a snob and I turned into quite a B-word....I guess if only they could see me now. ;) Haha.
---I never expected to go to grad school and in fact, started out my undergrad without caring as much about grades as I did in high school. I went to a pretty intense college however (16 page papers as a freshman, anyone?) that has a decent percentage of students that go on to advanced degrees. My parents both have masters, so I suppose I should have felt it was inevitable.....but it still seemed like a big surprise when I decided to go....and then when I became addicted to learning. Even now, when "I'm sure I'm done," I still miss being in the learning environment as a student. Have I mentioned I keep getting asked when I'll go back for a PhD?!
---The year I studied abroad, I discovered that they sent all the non-drinker vegetarians to Argentina---which is the beef export capitol of the world and known for partying until the wee morning hours. While I came out of there still not liking the taste of meat, I got over my dislike of the taste of alcohol thanks to many of my classmates and host siblings. ;)
---Hub sometimes shares his desire that we end up in the large town of Eugene. This is where I went to school from 4th-7th grades....and while I was incredibly sad to leave there, I don't know that I'd want to raise any potential kids we might have there. Hub doesn't believe me that it could be as big city-ish as it seemed (and maybe it's just my perception), but I definitely remember fear of drive bys at large dances and the year after we moved one of my best gal pals was jumped into a gang. I also had several friends & acquaintances that were involved with drugs and who were sleeping around.....in 7th grade. Even with being the "good kid," I've always preferred to have friends from all walks of life.
---I'm pretty sure that I've decided that I want us to have kids. I'd still like to adopt some and dependent on fertility & eventual timelines, we might only adopt and not have any bio kids. (I still haven't decided if I truly want to carry a child in utero anyway.) I'm pretty sure my decision has stemmed from a) my best friend's innate love she has for her adorable lil babe b) the fact that a lot of our friends are having or talking about having kiddos and I don't want any we do have to be too far behind and c) since getting out of the Army, hub's heart has been growing. However, no bambinos will be arriving until after hub's done with school (4-6 years)...this doesn't mean I haven't started thinking about needing to decrease my toxic exposures and getting to a better place mentally, physically, emotionally, and financially.
---While I'll eat just about any fruit or vegetables, there a few that I just don't like all that much---mushrooms and star fruit top the list. And as much as I love steamed broccoli, it's not my favorite raw, and as much as I like raw carrots, I'm not a fan of it steamed.
---I absolutely love the fact that hub comes up with acronyms and his own slang for things. When we were dating we called each other "PIMA"s---Pain In My Ass. He also says things like "Is it a FFYS night?" which means "are we making our own dinners?" And "Would you like an OFCS?" which he just made for open face cheese sandwich. His slang tends to stick and sometimes it's copied, like the fact that he had most of his Army work buddies saying "Word!" and "Good on ya."
---Every once in a while I get addicted to working out. I suppose it's not a bad thing to be addicted to, but there have been points in my life when exercise has become my crux and I've worked out 2-3x a day in order to control something in my life. Most the rest of the time, I just think working out is way fun and a great natural high. I was also the girl in high school who took both weights and regular gym classes, even in the seasons that I also played sports.
---My brother's ex-wife was an incredibly close friend of mine while they were married, even though she was almost twice my age. Because of this I knew way too much about their marriage and its issues however. She and I no longer talk on my brother's behalf, but in the moments when I'm struggling with my marriage she's never far from my mind. Unfortunately I'm much like her and my husband is much like that brother, but I also think about how much I should learn from her mistakes and the outcomes of them.
---A lot of my friends have been anxious about turning 30 this year, but I'm actually feeling quite excited by it. Twenty-five was my quarter life crisis, but I'm feeling great about this newest milestone. I'm not entirely sure why but I think it's partly because I'm satisfied with where my life is now. I've got a job I love, a wonderful hub, lovely fur friends, supportive and amazing people friends, a loving family, and I could go on and on.
---While in grad school I completely Facebook researched two guys that expressed an interest in me...and once I saw their pictures of beer pong playing, I completely wrote them off. And then life got one on me.....because I married an infantryman who I later realized equated a good weekend to include an evening of beer pong with his fellow guys. Oh how I do not miss those days....even if he probably does. ;)
---While many wives absolutely dislike facial hair, I've always loved it. I love it even more on hub for a more selfish reason. Most of you readers I think have seen hub, as you know us in real life. For those of you who don't in-person know us, hub is a major hottie....and he's charming to boot...and he doesn't want to wear a ring. (The first time I ever saw him when he was 19, I thought he looked like an Abercrombie model.) But here's the catch, hub frequently has a big ol' bushy beard....and that beard covers up a lil bit of just how attractive he is. Oh sure that hotness shows through, but he gets hit on MUCH less when he's got the beard than he does without it. Bring on the beard, baby, and ease some of this lady's apprehensions! Hub knows I feel this way, so when he shaved his beard off last week, he reminded me that I can always buy him a beard beanie.
---And just because I feel the need to share something else fun. If you don't know much about Portland but want a good (and mainly truthful) laugh (even if some of the original Portlandites aren't laughing.....), then you must catch a couple quick youtube clips of the show Portlandia. Try this one or this one. ;)
What are you thinking of, sharing, and confessing lately?
---For the most part I was always a good kid growing up. I didn't smoke, I didn't drink until it was legal, I didn't do drugs, and I didn't really sleep around. I went to church and youth group, participated in numerous school clubs, and volunteered at the local hospital and at a retirement center. I played sports and got good grades, and only skipped school on occasion. I was pretty quiet and insecure in high school, and was always the girl who had a boyfriend. (Ironically in the eight years after that I was almost always without a serious boyfriend.) I was voted "Most Caring" and numerous times individuals from high school have told me about how sweet of a person I was.......even though my best friend will openly tell me I was somewhat of a snob and I turned into quite a B-word....I guess if only they could see me now. ;) Haha.
---I never expected to go to grad school and in fact, started out my undergrad without caring as much about grades as I did in high school. I went to a pretty intense college however (16 page papers as a freshman, anyone?) that has a decent percentage of students that go on to advanced degrees. My parents both have masters, so I suppose I should have felt it was inevitable.....but it still seemed like a big surprise when I decided to go....and then when I became addicted to learning. Even now, when "I'm sure I'm done," I still miss being in the learning environment as a student. Have I mentioned I keep getting asked when I'll go back for a PhD?!
---The year I studied abroad, I discovered that they sent all the non-drinker vegetarians to Argentina---which is the beef export capitol of the world and known for partying until the wee morning hours. While I came out of there still not liking the taste of meat, I got over my dislike of the taste of alcohol thanks to many of my classmates and host siblings. ;)
---Hub sometimes shares his desire that we end up in the large town of Eugene. This is where I went to school from 4th-7th grades....and while I was incredibly sad to leave there, I don't know that I'd want to raise any potential kids we might have there. Hub doesn't believe me that it could be as big city-ish as it seemed (and maybe it's just my perception), but I definitely remember fear of drive bys at large dances and the year after we moved one of my best gal pals was jumped into a gang. I also had several friends & acquaintances that were involved with drugs and who were sleeping around.....in 7th grade. Even with being the "good kid," I've always preferred to have friends from all walks of life.
---I'm pretty sure that I've decided that I want us to have kids. I'd still like to adopt some and dependent on fertility & eventual timelines, we might only adopt and not have any bio kids. (I still haven't decided if I truly want to carry a child in utero anyway.) I'm pretty sure my decision has stemmed from a) my best friend's innate love she has for her adorable lil babe b) the fact that a lot of our friends are having or talking about having kiddos and I don't want any we do have to be too far behind and c) since getting out of the Army, hub's heart has been growing. However, no bambinos will be arriving until after hub's done with school (4-6 years)...this doesn't mean I haven't started thinking about needing to decrease my toxic exposures and getting to a better place mentally, physically, emotionally, and financially.
---While I'll eat just about any fruit or vegetables, there a few that I just don't like all that much---mushrooms and star fruit top the list. And as much as I love steamed broccoli, it's not my favorite raw, and as much as I like raw carrots, I'm not a fan of it steamed.
---I absolutely love the fact that hub comes up with acronyms and his own slang for things. When we were dating we called each other "PIMA"s---Pain In My Ass. He also says things like "Is it a FFYS night?" which means "are we making our own dinners?" And "Would you like an OFCS?" which he just made for open face cheese sandwich. His slang tends to stick and sometimes it's copied, like the fact that he had most of his Army work buddies saying "Word!" and "Good on ya."
---Every once in a while I get addicted to working out. I suppose it's not a bad thing to be addicted to, but there have been points in my life when exercise has become my crux and I've worked out 2-3x a day in order to control something in my life. Most the rest of the time, I just think working out is way fun and a great natural high. I was also the girl in high school who took both weights and regular gym classes, even in the seasons that I also played sports.
---My brother's ex-wife was an incredibly close friend of mine while they were married, even though she was almost twice my age. Because of this I knew way too much about their marriage and its issues however. She and I no longer talk on my brother's behalf, but in the moments when I'm struggling with my marriage she's never far from my mind. Unfortunately I'm much like her and my husband is much like that brother, but I also think about how much I should learn from her mistakes and the outcomes of them.
---A lot of my friends have been anxious about turning 30 this year, but I'm actually feeling quite excited by it. Twenty-five was my quarter life crisis, but I'm feeling great about this newest milestone. I'm not entirely sure why but I think it's partly because I'm satisfied with where my life is now. I've got a job I love, a wonderful hub, lovely fur friends, supportive and amazing people friends, a loving family, and I could go on and on.
---While in grad school I completely Facebook researched two guys that expressed an interest in me...and once I saw their pictures of beer pong playing, I completely wrote them off. And then life got one on me.....because I married an infantryman who I later realized equated a good weekend to include an evening of beer pong with his fellow guys. Oh how I do not miss those days....even if he probably does. ;)
---While many wives absolutely dislike facial hair, I've always loved it. I love it even more on hub for a more selfish reason. Most of you readers I think have seen hub, as you know us in real life. For those of you who don't in-person know us, hub is a major hottie....and he's charming to boot...and he doesn't want to wear a ring. (The first time I ever saw him when he was 19, I thought he looked like an Abercrombie model.) But here's the catch, hub frequently has a big ol' bushy beard....and that beard covers up a lil bit of just how attractive he is. Oh sure that hotness shows through, but he gets hit on MUCH less when he's got the beard than he does without it. Bring on the beard, baby, and ease some of this lady's apprehensions! Hub knows I feel this way, so when he shaved his beard off last week, he reminded me that I can always buy him a beard beanie.
---And just because I feel the need to share something else fun. If you don't know much about Portland but want a good (and mainly truthful) laugh (even if some of the original Portlandites aren't laughing.....), then you must catch a couple quick youtube clips of the show Portlandia. Try this one or this one. ;)
What are you thinking of, sharing, and confessing lately?
1 comment:
We've just started watching Portlandia. That show is WEIRD. Ya, ya. Keep Portland Weird. Guess I've just been gone for too long. ;)
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