I was tagged by my sister Charlotte with the following rules:
1. I shrink everything. It its sad but when I buy a new shirt I think to myself "I will NOT shrink this!" but then when laundry time comes I COMPLETELY forget and throw the dumb thing in the dryer! I have learned to buy things a little big so that when it shrinks it will fit just right.
2. When I was younger (like in my early twenties) I would rearrange my furniture about once a month. I was constantly changing things around. I don't do this any more, in fact most of my furniture is in the same place we put it the day we moved in. I think it is because now in order to give any particular room a "new" look, I just clean it.
3. I am terrible at standardized tests. I was pretty smart in high school, honor roll, AP classes stuff like that, but when it came time for a standardized test (SAT) I could not compete. I barely got a high enough score to even apply to BYU and Ricks (I did get accepted to both by the way...and I will not feel bad about bragging about it because I lost so many brain cells with all my pregnancies that I am way below average now) So I HATE the idea of the WASL and plan to do my part to veto it when I get a chance.
4. I hate my forehead...enough said.
5. I did not pluck my eyebrows until I was married for about 5 years. And BOY did I need to. When I was growing up I had NO idea that people really plucked eyebrows. No one ever said hey you should try this...no one that is until my little sister grew up and spilled the beans. I am a diligent plucker now (not as diligent as I should be, but I will never go back to my "bushy" days of the 90's) I thought about posting a picture from back in the day, but that was before digital pictures and it is just not worth the effort, you will have to come to my house to see it.
6. I love fried eggs with the whites all the way cooked but the yoke still runny, but for the life of my I can't cook them that way. I try, but always either break the yoke, or let it cook to long in the fear that the whites are not cooked through yet. My dad makes GREAT eggs and I look forward to his visits so that he can cook me a nice over-medium egg. (Bryan does pretty good to, he manages to cook it better than me most of the time.
7. I LOVE the spacing issues on blogger. I know most of you hate them, but I find it a fun challenge to figure out how my post is going to look when blogger changes it all when I hit the post button. Ok this is not true, I hate it like the rest of you, but I could not come up with any more facts about myself so I thought I would throw this in.
Um...as I went back to proof read my post I realized that I kind of only put down negative things about myself like: I shrink things, my house is a mess, I stink at tests, I hate my forehead, I have naturally awful eyebrows, I am a terrible cook, and I hate the spacing on blogger. I will have to try this tag again and only do nice things about myself ( I am a pretty good person after all...?)