I’m still.. at times… afraid of the dark. Once in a while I dip my french fries in my chocolate shake, because it tastes better that way. Music is the one thing that soothes me when I’m angry, can make me cry when I least expect it, and can zap me to a distant place in time that was once long forgotten. Tornado sirens freak me out… seriously.. when the weather is bad, I need a babysitter. I hate my hair.. no matter what I do, how it’s cut or colored.. I’m never happy with it. I can be painfully shy at times.. and that’s often mistaken for snobbishness… It’s hard for me to allow myself to get close to anyone… only the select few I let into my ‘circle’ actually get to see the real me. The sun rises and sets in my little boy’s eyes. He’s my world. I cuss entirely too often. I’m culinarily challenged. I sometimes laugh when I shouldn’t. When I do laugh, there might even be an occasional snort. I’m a jack of all trades, but a master of none. I have an addiction to sweet tea and chocolate and sometimes even enjoy them together. I can be insecure, insensitive, and intolerant. I love to make people laugh. I suffer from insane road rage… at least drive the speed limit people.. is that too much to ask? I’m generous to a fault, but can be terribly selfish. I’m a peace maker, fire putter outer, and smoother overer and sometimes even the glue. I care what other people think.. probably more than I should. I have OCD tendencies, striving for perfection.. when it isn’t even possible. If I’m not good at something the first time I try, I get mad and want to quit. It’s something I’m afraid I’ve passed on to my son… sadly, he shows all the signs. I hate hearing my voice on a recording, it makes me cringe. As bad as I hate to admit, I can be judgmental, but I’m working on it. There are times I talk when I shouldn’t, or I’m quiet when I should speak and I have a knack for saying the most inappropriate thing at the most inappropriate times.. what can I say.. it’s a gift. I fill out Christmas cards, but never mail them… no really.. it’s the thought that counts, right? I get cranky when I’m tired. I don’t handle stress well… I’m surprised I made it to 30 without suffering a stroke. I can’t burp, my Mom can’t either, so I’m assuming it’s hereditary. I care too much.. and then not enough. I own way too many bottles of nail polish. I would consider a nose job, because I think mine is too big. I have expensive taste.. and it’s a curse. I am admittedly shallow and superficial at times and even a little petty. I am a walking contradiction most of the time and can change my mind at the drop of a hat.. or before it even hits the floor. I’m a germophobe… we go through a lot of soap in this house. I don’t take compliments well.. brushing them off when I should just say “Thank you”. Bad grammar rakes my nerves… Speaking of, I have way too many pet peeves. So, I’m sure I’ll be adding to this more later.. but thought my ‘about me’ section could use a P.S.
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