I admit

I have a huge obsession with I Love Lucy. I have a massive collection of I Love Lucy items, such as blankets, tin lunch boxes, snow globes, purses, bags, dolls…which, sadly, is all in the attic waiting for a bigger house so I can have a room devoted to Lucy! I own every season and never fail to laugh OUT LOUD, even when I am by myself (which is most of the time) and I have seen every episode at least 10 times.

I hate to speak in front of people. Yes, I know, I was a teacher…but kids don’t know how to judge me yet! Anxiety over sweeps me every time I am in front of more than 5 people.

Storms make me want to pee my pants.

I sing to myself in front of the mirror with my brush while getting ready, after singing as loud as I can in the shower.

I have to do at least one load of laundry every day or I feel like a failure with my house chores.

I don’t like to be alone.

I am afraid of the dark. When Nic works late at night, I call him several times thinking that will keep all danger away from our house.

I don’t watch the news. It depresses me and if I don’t know what is going on then I can pretend nothing is wrong in the world.

I HAVE to see my parents at least 2 times a week.

I still strive to make my parents proud and never want to disappoint them…even though I am married and have 2 kids of my own.

I can’t watch scary movies. I will stay awake all night and wake Nic up when I can’t stand it anymore.

I love the smell of camp fires.

My eyebrows make me insecure….but I am afraid of the wax.

I have to sit on the end or in the back of church in case I need to escape. I feel trapped if I am in the middle.

I dream about being 2 inches taller. I pretend I haven’t had my growth spurt yet.

I only look at the pictures in magazines only to try to imagine having the life of the people in those pictures.

I love to look at pictures. It doesn’t matter whose pictures they are, I love to look at them. It gives me a glimpse of their life.

I strive to please people. Yes, I admit it.

I would rather write (blog) my thoughts and feelings rather than verbalize them. My communication skills aren’t quite the best.

Clowns freak me out. Maybe because the Joker has given me many nightmares.

I crave a FOUNTAIN diet coke any time of the day.

I could eat Hacienda for any meal, any day.

I have a love for organizing, which I have been lacking since the arrival of Mr. Colton Minder.

I still have clothes in my closet that I wore in high school and college. I always think I “might” need them someday…or fit back into them!

I love shopping…even when I can’t buy anything…even if it is Walmart.

I am obsessed with taking pictures of my babies for fear of missing a moment of their life.

I dread Nic reaching for the remote to turn the channel to ESPN.

I named one of my children after a little girl in a magazine and the other after a football player that I saw on the bottom of the TV screen.

I watch the Bachelor/Bachelorette…and the Bachelor Pad.

I have to make sure the house is locked at least 4 times and the garage door is down at least 7 times…even if I am about to leave the neighborhood and turn around just to see the white garage door down. I lock the car doors at least 5 times so I can hear the honk.

I love to read other people’s blogs…even people I don’t know. They are inspiring.

I am way over-protective of my babies.

I worry what people think of me…all the time…just ask Nic.

I can’t go to sleep at night mad. I will be awake all night worrying.

I would rather watch Full House, Who’s the Boss, Saved by the Bell, and I Love Lucy than any other comedy on TV.

I don’t like to shave my legs…I dread it…but don’t worry, I still shave…sometimes.

My friends and family mean the world to me. They inspire me, encourage me, make me laugh, tell me what’s up, and drive me to be a better person.

I can’t wear skinny jeans…I just can’t do it. When I go to heaven…I will be able to wear them…because my legs will be LONG and I won’t have to hem them…which is what I had to do will all my pants in high school…Kristen stole the rest of my legs…thanks.

I would love to write a book someday….someday. I don’t know what about or who about…but I will.

I cry before I go into the dentist office. I cry before (or during) I have to get a shot or blood drawn.

I play with my hair when I am nervous…or just whenever. I have had this habit since I had hair.

I can’t wear colored shirts somewhere that I think I will sweat…because I sweat like there’s no tomorrow…I think I received extra sweat glands when I came out of my mother’s womb.

I have no fashion sense and consider it a shopping trip when I get to pick something to wear out of my sister’s closet. I don’t even know how to do hair.

I would be lost without my phone.

I will do anything to see my kids smile…even if I am jumping up and down making loud, obnoxious noises. But when I see those smiles on those precious faces, my heart swells with pride.

I am extremely proud of my siblings, parents, and my husband…as if you couldn’t tell by talking to me!

I don’t like to play games…I don’t like to lose…which is what happens most of the time…especially to Steve Spivey.