6 Boring Quirky Things About Me

I’ve been tagged by the wonderful No Nonsense Girl to do this meme. A little late, but worth the wait.

The rules:

a) Link to the person who tagged me.

b) Mention the rules.

c) Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about myself.

d) Tag 6 other bloggers by linking to them.

e) Go to each person’s blog and leave a comment that lets them know they’ve been tagged.

1. Since becoming pregnant, I’ve become obsessed with watching baby shows. And every time I see the delivery, I cry.

2. I eat hot dogs all by itself, no condiments or anything fancy.

3. I could live on peanut butter sandwiches and orange soda for the rest of my life.

4. I live for street faires, but everytime I go I end up going broke.

5. Even though I love my apartment, I still check craigslist for any possible better apartments. So far I haven’t found anything great in my price range.

6. My husband has convinced me I’ll like camping and now we’re making plans to go camping once the baby is born.

I’m tagging Vixen, Project Mommy,Wacky Mommy,Dooce, and anyone else who would like to play.

 

When We Were Young

I read this post by Mum and it made my eyes well up with tears. My 17 year old sister in law called my parents unsuccessful. It hurts me and it kind of offends me, because in my mind, they aren’t. They have a loving family and strong ties and are happy people. Granted, we aren’t loaded with cash like Bill Gates (but who is), but we live in California and can somehow afford to drive our cars at $4.50 a gallon, pay our $1000 rent for our apartment/townhomes, and still manage to go out on weekends to do fun things with each other. Other people marvel at how we essentially throw money away just to live 20 minutes from the beach and have a year round summer. We make the best of what we have, and in that sense we’re probably more successful than say, Oprah. Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit. I can’t say that I blame her though. When I was 17, I had my whole life planned out. And nowhere in those plans of mine were there having a baby and being married by 21. I worked hard in high school so I could go to college (my parents were going to pay the whole way while I was an undergrad), get a degree in veterinary science, find my husband in grad school, get married and have my first baby between 25 and 27. Somewhere though, I had to work to put myself through college and pretty soon college wasn’t as important as paying bills. And if I could go back and tell my 17 year old self that my life would end up like this, I would have laughed and thought I was just having a really good drug trip. The point is, life happens and you have to roll with it. In the end, things will turn out ok, one way or another. I wish I was that young again.

 

Father’s Day Fun

Today was spent with my in-laws at the beach. We boogy-boarded, ate sandwhiches and buried the kids. Lots of fun was had by all, especially my father in law, who proclaimed this was the “best father’s day ever”.

And the end result of my “tanning” was lobster red legs. That will be fun to wear pants in when I work for my full 8 hour day tomorrow.