I have never received an actual love letter. I did have a song written for me though.
I can spend hours in the greeting card aisle. I enjoy sending and receiving just the right card.
I love winter, cold weather, snow and rain. I despise 100 degree temperatures, humidity and the dry heat of Arizona summers.
Even though I’ve never been there, I want to move to Wilmington, North Carolina, but I don’t want to move away from my family.
I like camping. I am not a pack-it-in/pack-it-out type or a 40′ air conditioned RV type of gal, but I fall somewhere happily in the middle. I sleep in a tent but on an air mattress, I cook on a propane stove but enjoy a campfire at night, I don’t shower until I get home but use the smelly bathroom facilities in the campground. I like the downtime that camping affords me.
I am way too addicted to my cell phone. I feel super disoriented if I leave it at home or if the battery dies while I am out. I am always afraid that if I don’t have it, there will be an emergency and I will need it. It’s never happened.
I like to listen to different music at different places. I listen to praise & worship music in my car, country or show tunes at home and a mixture of grunge/alternative/emo/pop at work. I’d probably listen to the work combo all the time if I had an IPOD.
I don’t have an IPOD and I wish I did. Although I think I’d spend way too much money putting new songs on it all the time. I love music.
Most of the music I listen to is from TV commercials, movies or television shows.
I think it would be a cool job to find songs for TV shows. I don’t think I could do that job.
I do think I would make a good teacher though and would like to have the time and money to pursue that goal.
I don’t make many goals. Other then becoming a teacher, my only other goal is to travel outside of the country (USA).
I want to travel, but I’m afraid that I’d starve to death since I am such a picky eater.
I have never travelled outside of the US, not even when I lived just an hour from the Mexican border. I’d rather visit Canada.
I love road trips. I wish I could take more of them.
I am super excited about taking the train (Amtrak) for the first time in July.
I love long weekends and short vacations.
When I was in high school, I thought about going into the Navy or Air Force to become an air traffic controller. I didn’t think I could handle boot camp so I never pursued this idea any further then a thought.
I have always been impressed by the Marine Corp Silent Drill Platoon. Partly because I like the way that they look in their dress blue-whites, but mostly I like it because of the incredible amount of discipline, precision and commitment it take to execute the drill. It amazes me everytime I see it.
In my mind, soldiers will always be heroes and I can’t understand how anyone could not support them even if they don’t agree with what they have been asked to do.
We Were Soldiers is one of my favorite movies. “…there were no bands, no flags, no honor guards to welcome them home, they went to war because their country ordered them to, but in the end they fought not for country or their flag, they fought for each other…”
I enjoy movies that I can become emotionally invested in. It’s how I determine if it’s a good movie or not. Do they make me celebrate when they celebrate? Be angry when they are angry? Laugh when they laugh? Cry when they cry? Can I relate to any part of the character? If so, it’s a good movie.
A lot of people describe me as compassionate, but that’s not really true. I would be better described as empathic, because while I feel for people, I am not always motivated to take action.
I am trying to live my life according to 1 John 3:18. I think that most days I fall terribly short.
I am a night owl. I am most creative from about 11pm to 3am. This doesn’t mesh well with my work schedule.
I am the happiest when I am creating things. I don’t even have to be good at it to enjoy it, I just have to be doing.
I get frustrated easily when I am learning to do something and I don’t catch on as quickly as I think I should.
I just recently started sewing. I have plans to make two quilts for Christmas. I am starting now.
I want to learn to sew clothes, at least skirts and tops. Sewing clothes intimidates me.
This weekend I found an apron that I like at the Goodwill. I only paid $1.50 for it.
I am thinking of taking it apart to make another one from some material I bought this weekend. I want to make it a little wider in the front and make the ties a little longer. I am worried about sewing the original apron back together.
Most of my friends/acquiantances are not crafty people. They do not enjoy just doing. Most of them are perfectionist, so it is too difficult for them to be crafty.
I am so far from being a perfectionist. I wonder if that is why they like me.
I am taking small steps to become more disciplined and organized. I am not sure I’ll ever get there.
I love spontaneity and hate schedules.
I hate chaos and love order.
I have stopped using the phrase ‘I do not have time for…’ and instead have replaced it with ‘I do not make time for…’ I am realizing that time management is something I need to work on.
I would rather be with a group of people then alone even though I don’t consider myself an extrovert or very outgoing.
It annoys me when people talk over me, but I don’t ever say anything about it. I don’t know what to say without being rude.
It’s because I don’t always feel like I am being heard that I blog.
I started writing in 10th grade. I started by writing poetry and short stories.
My junior year, I won 1st place in a poetry contest. The poem that I wrote was about my current boyfriend.
Six years later, I revised this poem to use on my wedding program.
Even though I married in early December, I did not want a Christmas themed wedding. Sometime between the wedding rehearsal (the night before the wedding) and my wedding, the church put up a Christmas tree in the sanctuary. I was less then pleased, but said nothing.
We held the reception at the clubhouse in the apartment complex we lived in. They already had a Christmas tree up so when we decorated that morning, we decided to have the gifts put around it. Somewhere between the morning of my wedding and the time we got to the reception, the person who owned the Christmas tree quit and took the tree with them. I was less then pleased, but I said nothing.
After nine and a half years, I can look back and laugh. There was a certain sense of irony to it all.
I get very irritated by people who are selfish and shallow.
If I am being honest, I have to admit that I am selfish and shallow too.
I am patient when I am waiting for appointments and for people, but I have no patience when it comes to ignorance and stupidity.
I judge people unfairly based on first impressions, but I fear being judged by others.
I do not consider myself a materialistic person, but I am.
I do not like high heel shoes but I love flip flops.
I do not consider myself high maintenance.
I don’t wear make-up and if I can help it, I don’t blow-dry or curl my hair. It’s not something I want to commit time to.
I probably should commit more time then I do to my beauty regimen.
I do not have poor self esteem but I do lack self confidence.
A childhood trauma made me question who I was and made me very unsure of myself.
I am a completely different person because of this event and sometimes I wonder who I would have been had it not happened.
I know that it happened for a reason, and I try not to get hung up on ‘what ifs’
I struggle with being content. Sometimes I don’t recognize it for what it is because I am not coveting material things. Instead I envy other’s situations.
One of my favorite possessions is my Nikon D40. I waited a long time to purchase a digital camera.
I am annoyed by the fact that I no longer have Internet access at home because my computer was infected by a stupid virus or spyware or whatever.
When I buy a new computer, I want to buy a Mac.
I can not decide if I want a red or yellow laptop.
I think the Mac/PC commercials are hilariously funny and well written. Kudos to the person/people who wrote them!
I think it would be fun to own a yellow VWbeetle with big white daisies on it. I’m not sure my husband would appreciate that car.
Someday I want to own a minivan, even if i never have children.
Someday I’d like to own a house with a mudroom and a wrap-around porch.
I’d rather buy an old house then have a new one built.
I like the story behind old houses. I would love to have a house that is over 100 years old. There are not very many houses that fit that criteria where I live.
I am fascinated by genealogy, not so much for the names and dates but by the stories of those that have come before me.
I wish there was a way to find out the stories of my ancestors.
If I have a daughter, I am planning on naming her Nadley Ruth. Nadley is my grandmother Ruth’s maiden name. I will call her Naddie or Ruthie. If I have a son, he will be named after his father.
I know that I get my looks from the maternal side of my dad’s line. I often wonder where the rest of my personality comes from.
I have my father’s temper. It scared me the first time I realized it.
It is very easy for me to raise my voice during a conversation. My husband naturally assumes I am yelling. I am not. I am simply passionate about what I am saying.
It’s not to say that I don’t yell sometimes. I do. Most of the time if I am yelling, I am also on the brink of tears.
I also sound like I am on the brink of tears whenever I have to speak in public. It’s why I hated public speech class in high school.
I am afraid of public speaking. I try to avoid it at all costs.
It’s hard for me to avoid public speaking because I tend to take charge and lead groups.
I think my natural inclination to lead comes from being the oldest child.
I don’t feel comfortable leading, even when other people tell me that I am doing a good job.
I tend to be a natural skeptic.
I think that everyone has an ulterior motive behind their actions.
I have serious trust issues.
I wonder if I should have kept this list ‘lighter’ in content, maybe I should have just shared my favorite colors and foods.
My favorite colors are yellow and red, but not in all shades.
I do not like burgundy or mauve. I prefer either very pale yellow or bright yellow, I don’t care for mustard yellow.
My mom makes the best potato salad and oatmeal cookies. I have tried to make both and they don’t taste the same.
I do not like Mexican or Chinese food and I only eat spaghetti, lasagna or pizza at the Italian restaurants. See number 13.
Someday, I’d like to try once-a-month cooking. I think that would make my husband happy. He likes home-cooked meals.
I have absolutely no desire to make dinner after I get home from work. I’d be happy just eating a sandwich every night.
I am not a good cook. Everything I make is very simple/easy/plain.
I’d much rather bake, but because my kitchen is so small, I don’t.
I have a really nice food processor that I have never used. I do not know how to use it. I need to learn.
I like to read but don’t do it as often as I’d like. Mainly because I tend to read books in one sitting and I can not make the time to do that.
Lately, I have been checking out more instructional/how-to books at the library rather then fiction.
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I don’t know how I missed this when you posted it – but I am glad I found it now, and equally glad that I made the time to read it!
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