Ok, so quite a while ago, my cousin Amy challenged her blog readers to come up with five things we thought other people wouldn't know about us. Other than the obvious (that I'm a slow responder) here are my five, in no particular order:
1) I love trucks. I don't mean wimpy Rangers or S-10s, I mean "big boy" trucks, as my dad calls them.
2) I would love to fire a gun. Not AT anyone, but at a shooting range or something.
3) I really, really, really don't like the eye doctor. I could go to the dentist ANY DAY, but I HATE the eye doctor.
4) I have really poor circulation. Sometimes my hands turn purple. All the kids I taught at school would ask "what's wrong with your hands?!?!?!" in utter shock and dismay. Nice.
5) I don't like meat. I'm not a vegetarian, but if I have a choice, I usually don't prefer meat.
So, there you go. You can now psychoanalize me and find that I'm definitely a red neck at heart. Just give me a big truck, with a horn that plays "Dixie" and a gun rack on the back, and I'm good to go.
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Ryan loves you! I hate BIG trucks, but that is what he dreams of having - again. Yes, he used to own one (before we were together). Every time we pass one on the road, there is a sigh and "Oh, I miss my truck."
Well, I guess I knew most of that, but not the eye dr. Also, did, I ever tell you I'd like to see what it's like to fire a gun? I would, too. Pull! (Thank you for the new post, too!!)
you know, there were probably mission opportunities and definitely teaching opportunities in Texas. Why didn't you just come on down??? They'd love you here!
One of the worst things, I think, to go through in life, keeping in mind everything that I have gone through in the last few years, is still that puff of air in your eye at the eye doctor...hate hate hate it!!!
maybe it's genetic ... I always wanted to shoot a gun at targets... maybe even while riding a horse ... just like Annie Oakley, the role model of my youth!
Aunt Barb
i must say i hate the eye doctor also. What i really hate and what freaks me out is the air puff thinging. I know they say it is only a puff of air, but I have this secret fear that a needle might shoot out into my eye, and every time I put my eyeball in there, I might go blind. Your fear however, is probably based on the fact that you must make a decision continually (1 or 2, 3 or 4, 5 or 6) ----as for dancing with the shades down, I understand that --by the way--I went to see the movie Happy Feet and I apparently have the same "heartsongs" as many penguins. Did you know penguins like "Boogie Wonderland" and "Tell Me Something Good"? Penguins are very good dancers. Try to figure out who this is. I love and miss you. Pay attention down there!
Either we go to a "great" eye doctor or we are too old now, but we don't have to have the air puff test any more. Yes you definitely would fit in in Texas--but you will need to grow some big hair too. Aunt Jenni
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