I could remain anonymous and give advice and encouragement from somewhere far off in the digital stratosphere, but what fun would that be? As someone who doesn’t like to talk about herself, this list will be a stretch, but here goes…
20 Random Facts About Me
(I’ll bet you didn’t know)
- I have moved across the United States three times. (And I just may do it again) The first time, we rented a pod which was transported via semi-truck to our new location. The second and third times we filled an 8 X 10 U haul with all of our belongings (family of 5) and towed it behind our van. If this doesn’t qualify me to give advice on reducing clutter, nothing will.
- I am claustrophobic. I know. Who isn’t, right? No but really. If I walk into any space where there isn’t a conceivable quick exit, I get really anxious.
- If I am in a moving vehicle, I NEED air circulation. This kinda goes with the above fact in that a moving vehicle doesn’t have a quick exit (at least not one I want to try). For some reason, if the AC or vent is on, I breathe a little easier.
- Speaking of breathing, I have Asthma. I’ve had it as long as I can remember although, it is pretty much under control at the moment. I spent much of my childhood in and out of the hospital for it.
- Speaking of Asthma, I almost missed my wedding because I was hospitalized. I had to overrule the doctor’s recommendation and check myself out the day of my wedding. NO WAY was I going to miss that!
- I have three boys, each 4 years apart. And no, I don’t secretly want a girl. Instead…
- I secretly want to take a tropical vacation. Alone. Ok, my husband can come too.
- I am allergic to EVERYTHING. No joke. All pollen, mold, dogs, cats, birds, guinea pigs, rabbits (basically all furry creatures) grass, trees, hay, penicillin, aspirin, roaches, scallops, milk, peanuts, dust, and the list goes on. The whole world causes an allergic reaction. I could just seal myself off in a bubble and call it good, but that’s no way to live. For the record, I don’t mind being allergic to roaches, as they are something I try to avoid at all costs. Also, I use my dust allergy as an excuse not to clean (too much). After all, I have learned if I leave it alone, it leaves me alone.
- I rarely watch “girly” shows and movies. In fact, I have watched all of the DC/Marvel movies at least once. I’ve watched (and enjoyed) all of the Star Wars movies more times than I can count. The Hobbit. Yep. Lord of the Rings. Yep again. Don’t ask me my favorite movie, though. I have this rare condition where I can watch a movie/show and completely forget what happened. My family thinks it’s so funny. I have gotten to the end of a movie (I’ve seen before) and said, “I think I may have seen this movie, but I can’t remember. Oh well, at least it was good.”
- My guilty pleasure? Korean Dramas. I was introduced to these via Netflix and I’ve never looked back. After awhile, you forget you are watching something in a foreign language and even forget to read the subtitles. They usually all follow the same formula and they love to give the main character amnesia. I don’t care I’ll forget I watched it anyway.
- One of my favorite foods is cabbage. Weird, huh? Every once in awhile, I will go on a cabbage-eating-binge. I’ll make a big salad and eat it for three days straight. Even for breakfast. Whenever I go to a potluck, it’s not the brownies I’m eyeing. Nope, it’s the delectable cabbage salad. Yum.
- I grew up poor. Not “Man, I wish I could have those new Converse shoes” poor. More like, living-in-the-projects-no-food-in-the-house poor. When we moved out of the projects and into a trailer park, I thought we were living the high life. Later, when I moved in with my aunt, uncle, and two cousins, I thought they were rich. After all, they had a really nice double-wide and a POOL! I say this because I know and have lived the “poverty” mentality of, “I can’t get rid of it, because I may not ever be able to buy it again.”
- I love to fish. Given the choice between fishing and say, a spa day, I’d choose fishing. In fact, there have been days when, instead of homeschooling, I have put up the “gone fishin'” sign, packed up the minivan, and headed off to the nearest body of water with my boys. Well, two of them anyways. One of them hates nature.
- I have been married for over 20 years to my wonderful hubby. We met in a romantic way (he stalked me), fell in love after a few months of seeing each other constantly, and the rest is history. Funny thing, at the time my “requirements” for someone to date was 1.) He must have a really nice vehicle (preferably a truck or jeep). 2.) He must have a good job/income or I’d NEVER date him. Well, never say never. When I met my husband, he was working at a video rental store (you young people are googling that right now), and his “truck” was on blocks- without an engine.
- I am an Introvert who loves people. A bit of an oxymoron, I know. I really do love people. I believe there is something to be learned from every person I meet. If I meet someone with whom I “clash”, I look for at least three positive features/traits they have and I can still smile at them. While I love being around people, I also need my “alone time”. After spending any amount of time in the “real world” whether it be a social gathering, the zoo or the grocery store; when it’s all over, I come home and crash. I find it difficult to converse with anyone for the rest of the day. I am physically, mentally and emotionally drained. Maybe that’s why…
- I’m a Homebody. And I am not ashamed. I like to be at home. I can always find something to do at home. I am never bored. Maybe it’s because we live in a small-middle-of-nowhere town. It’s a two-hour drive to get to anywhere “fun”. Would I be this way if I lived in a big city? I don’t know. On the occasions I do venture out of the house, I always make sure to have a good time.
- I am
fascinatedobsessed with tiny houses. I have spent hours upon hours exploring tiny house blogs, plans, and YouTube channels. My middle son hopes to one day build one of his own. My “retirement” dream is to travel the United States with my husband, tiny house in tow.
- My *other* guilty pleasure is make-up tutorials. On a lazy rainy day, one of my favorite things to do is curl up with a cup of coffee and pour through make-up tutorials on YouTube. I’m not sure why I do this. After all, my entire makeup bag fits into a quart-sized Ziploc bag, There’s just something magical about watching a face being transformed. It’s truly an art form.
- My one desire for all three of my boys is that they know, love, and worship Jesus as their Savior. I’ve told them all, “I don’t care if you grow up to be a trash man, bus driver, musician, or pro wrestler (all admirable jobs, by the way). What matters is where your heart is and that you serve Jesus and love others.” If my husband and I can manage to raise three Jesus-loving sons, I will die a happy gal. Of course, all we can do is lead by example, read the Bible and pray together. The rest is up to God.
- In addition to being a Christian, I am a Minimalist. My oldest son is too. My husband and two other sons are not. They are collectors, and that’s fine with me. I am not going to impose my preferences on them. I am just not attached to stuff. I do not craft, scrapbook, collect, or shop for entertainment. I own 33 items of clothing. I have one purse. I do not own any books (with the exception of my Bible and Kindle books). The only memorabilia I own are my high school yearbook and a small Strawberry Shortcake doll my husband gave me. I wasn’t always this way. I used to hold on to items “just in case”. I used to shop for my kids without thinking if they wanted or needed the item. I used to have a closet stuffed to the brim with nothing to wear. I used to shuffle things around and call it organizing. I find living with less allows me freedom to spend more time with others and less time with stuff. So, from time to time I may post about what I *own*. Please don’t think I am trying to “convert” you (unless you want to be converted). You don’t have to be a minimalist to enjoy this blog. All are welcome here
Well now, that wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. What about you? I won’t ask you for twenty; but how about 3-5 random things about you. Leave your answers in the comments below!