Michelle tagged me for this. So blame her! :neener:
1. I’m not a big jewelry fan. I wear my wedding set and a motherâ€™s ring. On special occasions I wear the diamond studs the husband bought me. That’s it. (Except for the Christmas season, when I give in to my love for funky earrings—my frogs in Santa hats being particular favorites.)
2. Speaking of jewelry, I can’t tolerate anything touching my neck. Necklaces, turtlenecks, any of that, so I live mostly in loose crew necks. If a collar keeps brushing my throat, though, I will, over the course of the day, totally stretch the shirt into ruin by repeatedly yanking it down. I’m told I was probably strangled or hung in a past life.
3. Not sure what past life trauma caused my fear of ladders. I’m not afraid of heights, just ladders. I’ve got no problem climbing a leaning stack of household debris to change a lightbulb, but if I step onto the second rung of a ladder—even a little one—my hands freeze into a death grip and my whole body starts shaking which makes the ladder shake, which makes me scream like a girl.
4. Right now I wear the same size shoe as the tall kid. Now, as a mother who wants her children to remain children forever, this is sad. But the husband, unencumbered by that little thing called SAHM-guilt, always goes for the best boots. When the tall kid needed new boots for ATVing, the husband bought him this awesome pair of Sorrels. Since, outside of ATVing, the tall kid would rather face a pit of rabid, red meat-deprived lions than participate in any outdoor activity other than walking to the Jeep and back, 98% of the time I have a really superb pair of Sorrel boots to wear.
5. I used to do counted cross-stitch a lot when I was younger, but my attention spanâ€”not so good. When my youngest sister was born I started a lovely little birth sampler, which is about 80% done. Yeah, sheâ€™s twelve. Iâ€™m also known for knitting 1 and Â½ socks for people.
6. I have a scar on my left hand over the knuckle where my index finger meets the hand. I had a whittling phase and that would be the day I learned to whittle away from your body, especially when thereâ€™s a knot in the wood. I only ever kinda-sorta finished one pieceâ€”it was meant to be a bishop in the chess set I had planned so it had a cross. I noticed it in my dadâ€™s garage one day and wondered why it had been kept. He thought it was a hand flipping somebody the bird and had loved it. The whittling thingâ€¦short lived.
7. I have a spiral-bound Rand McNally atlas and the towns where my online friends live are all highlighted in yellow (or the general vicinity for those whose towns didnâ€™t make the map). Iâ€™m forever jumping up and grabbing it during the news to see if I need to worry about somebody. Especially the crazy ones who live in tornado-land.