So I thought it would be fun to write random facts about myself. A little of a way to get to know me a little better. These things are going to be completely random. There will be no purpose of this other than to give knowledge to my readers. It can go from one spectrum to another. I’m going to work on this for a few weeks so I can get the most out of my facts. Give me some time to really think about everything. If you have any questions, comments, concerns PLEASE leave a comment. I WILL get back to you. Some of these are going to be silly. Some are going to be pretty intense. Some of these you could already know. If you find yourself knowing a lot, play a little game to find out how much you don’t know about me. I have no worries about offending someone with any of these. If I do, that’s your problem, just saying. Alright lets begin, this is going to be fun!
My eyes change color depending on my mood. They go from green, to blue, to gray. I have blue eyes majority of the time. That’s whats on my drivers license.
I intertwine my fingers and my toes in edges of blankets, sheets, and pillow cases. You know, over one finger, under the next, over the next, etc. Then I make a fist to pull it tight. This is how I sleep at night. I can’t sleep without doing this. It drives Mike bananas I’m sure. When I’m stressed out you might find an empty pillow case near where I sit just so I can run my fingers through the fabric. It soothes me.
Love bananas. Can’t eat them frozen. They’re disgusting frozen.
I microwave ice cream. It started because I had really bad sensitivity with my teeth and it just never ended. I must now eat my ice cream melted. The ONLY way I can get away with not doing this is if I get ice cream from a restaurant or of course, if its in a cone.
I’m addicted to the color Dodger Blue.
Almost every layout I’ve made has had this color in it. There are very few that didn’t. I love this color. Obviously its my favorite.
I’m a coffee drinker. I’m a coffee lover. BUT I drink coffee with cream and sugar. A LOT of sugar. This is frowned upon in the coffee hipster world. Apparently you can only be a coffee lover if you like your coffee black. BLEH to that. I don’t agree with that. MMM Coffee. I could drink it all day long if my stupid coffee pot didn’t shut off automatically after two hours. Bah!
My current addictions include One Tree Hill, Woot Shirts, Pinterest … I’ll come back to this, I know there’s more to this list.
I love the fact that I’m able to be a stay at home Mom. Unfortunately because of my condition I can’t see working anyways. I also hate being a stay at home Mom because I am home with the kids all day long, every single day. BUT even when I did have a job it didn’t matter that I was getting that break from the kids. I still felt like I was with them 24/7. So that break I got when I went to work meant nothing. If any of that made any sense.
I struggle with my kids. I do. I have a hard time coping when it comes to being a parent. Hell, I never wanted to be a parent. It was dealt to me and now I’m dealing with the cards I was dealt. I love my kids. Wouldn’t wish them away but MAN I’m having a tough time. I beat myself up constantly about it too. “You’re not the perfect Mom. You don’t do this correctly. You’re supposed to be doing that.” Its pretty endless.
I could spend the entire day on the internet without getting so bored I’ll get off. I can pretty much find just about something to do for every minute I’m awake. This is an addiction. I’m working on correcting it. Somewhat.
I can’t wait to call Mike my husband. In the 6 years we’ve been engaged we have never seriously started planning a wedding. At this point I’m beginning to think it will never happen. Something, SOMETHING needs to happen. How can I know he’s invested in me if nothing happens. A conversation about marriage. A day of planning our dream wedding. Acknowledgement when I mention something I’d love to have if we were to ever get married. SOMETHING. Its been 6 years already dammit. What is going on?!
I hate getting dressed up. Jeans and a T-shirt are alright with me but I’d much rather be in sweatpants or even pajama pants. I’m a tomboy. A lazy tomboy.
I’m one lazy SOB. You know how you have those days were you simply do absolutely nothing but the bare minimum just so you can relax and veg out? That is my life. I’d love to change this. Be more active. More involved. But that’s not something that can be changed with advice you read on the internet. It has to come straight from deep inside you. I don’t even know where to begin to change this. I don’t honestly know if I want to change it. No. I do. I think. Either way, I’m lazy as hell.
Like I said, I’m a tomboy. I was raised camping and fishing, watching the races, etc. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I remember the first time I told Mike I loved the smell of race gas. His eyes glistened over like he had fallen deeply in love with me again. HA-HA.
I refuse to spend a lot for anything. $25 or less for jeans. $10 or less for shirts. $30 or less on shoes. $20 on purses. I mean c’mon, a purse that costs you hundreds and I emphasize on that S of dollars on purses? FOR WHAT? To say you have a brand name purse and you can flaunt your money which makes you look only materialistic? That’s awesome.
I’m a “closet punk/goth”. I would love to wear all black, baggy clothing. Dye my hair black with ridiculous colors. Have tons of piercings. But… its just not me.
I’m openly an attention whore. I love feeling love and affection and need constant reminders of acceptance or I feel as though I’m not good enough.
If I won the lottery, first things that I would get: a house (nothing huge, a modest four bedroom home with a two car garage, refinished basement), permanent teeth (implants or something), two new vehicles for us, college tuition for the kids, and buy Mike’s family cottage.
I’ve had my drivers license for three years now. Every time I get in to the car I’m grateful I have it. I count my blessings. I went too long without being able to drive.
I’m addicted to Mountain Dew. I’m down to one to two a day. (Bottles, not cans)
My hair and nails grow fast. REALLY fast. But if I were to have fake nails I can’t function with them… real nails could be the same length and I can function with those fine. Odd.
I love winning sweepstakes, but it takes a lot of motivation and dedication to enter the sweepstakes.
My first car is a 92 Buick Centry. I bought it off a friend for $500. It has given us a few problems but nothing Mike couldn’t fix. It’s far from my dream car but it is my car.
I hate, HATE, HATE laundry. I hate it more now that we don’t have our own washer and dryer in unit. If I could do without one chore for the rest of my life it would be laundry.
I’d like to think I will eat just about anything, but then I really think about it. Things I won’t eat include avocado, brussel sprouts, asparagus, anything spicy except tacos, frozen bananas HA, liver, veal… I also can’t eat artificial flavoring. Splenda, Aspartame, etc. My stomach feels as though its eating itself after I eat it. If I eat something with it I can taste it instantly. It stands out to me that its in there. Even after people say “I can’t taste it” I can.
I have had every hair color there is. Brunette, Red, Black, Blonde… well blonde looked more orange because I bleached my hair but I didn’t put toner in it so it turned orange. Not a good look for me.
My eye sight is horrible. My prescription is -5.75 in my right eye. -4.25 in my left eye. My lens are thick as hell. I wear contacts as much as possible.
My bipolar has gotten extremely worse in the past five years. Five years ago you’d never think anything was wrong with me. In the past five years though it has gotten progressively worse. My rage has gotten to be the worse it has ever been. My mood swings and instability have been awful. It feels like the more I treat it, the worse it gets. Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up on treating it and see if I can lead a normal life without all the medications and therapy. I know deep down inside it won’t matter and that I need the meds and therapy to survive this. I just wish I knew why it was getting worse. It seems child birth sets it off and it takes a few years to recover.
I will not be having anymore children. Neither of my children were planned. They were blessings sent to me to teach me a lesson. I could barely handle the two let alone thinking about having another.
I got dentures at 23 years of age. Full upper, partial lower. I have eight permanent teeth left. All on the bottom. Want to read more about that go here: http://eternalamour.com/finally-getting-my-dentures/
I have the worlds pickiest eaters. I have to make three or four variations of one meal. Mike won’t usually eat the sides only the meat. Nick won’t eat any of it. Mikhail will eat some of it IF he feels like he’s up to it. This has caused me to lose all interest in cooking. I don’t know what to make for dinner anymore. Honestly, I’m CLUELESS on what to make for these guys. Nick’s down to wanting grilled cheese for every meal. Mikhail will eat chicken nuggets and Viola meal every meal. Mike wants something but never knows what it is. UGHH!!!
Favorite foods include but are not limited to: Tacos. I could eat tacos at least 2-3 times a week. Chicken stir fry. My version. Garlic chicken, stir fry veggies, and ramen noodles. MMM Steak, mushrooms, onions, and baked potatoes. I could honestly eat this once a week.Cereal. All kinds. I could eat cereal for three meals a day. If I like Special K more I’d be so skinny.
I had Hyperemesis Gravidarum (HG) while I was pregnant with both boys. I had it worse with Mikhail (youngest) than I did with Nick. Its a rare (but getting more popular) disease which causes non-stop nausea and vomiting while pregnant. I lost 50lbs during each pregnancy. I threw up close to 30-40 times a day. Thus the reason I need dentures. The stomach acid wrecked havoc on my teeth and caused erosion. I was on a support board during it. Made some friends. I can’t go back to the support board – too many bad memories. I feel guilty because of this. I used their help during it and I just dropped them. Not cool in my book. Can’t go back to it though. Its been three years, I feel I have nothing to contribute to the conversation.
I’m on quite the medication cocktail. I’m on Lithium, Wellbutrin, Risperidal, and Ambien. People say its no wonder why my memory is shot. Or why I’m zoned out sometimes. But apparently this is keeping me sane… and alive.
EDIT: I’m going to include this from my old variation of my website.
♥ I am 21 years old. ♥ I was born on July 30th, 1986. ♥ My hometown is Milwaukee, Wisconsin. ♥ I have lived in Milwaukee my entire life. ♥ I was born with black hair with blonde streaks. ♥ I’ve always had natural highlights. ♥ I have blue eyes that change colors with my moods. ♥ Everyone thought I’d grow to be really tall, I stopped my growth with smoking at 5’4″. ♥ I weight a lot more than people think I do. ♥ I’d rather wear sweat pants and a tshirt than get all “girlified”. ♥ I’m a very low maintence type of girl. ♥ I’m a tomboy. ♥ I love camping. ♥ I miss going to the race track with my dad. ♥ I used to go fishing all the time. ♥ I’m not afraid to get a little mud on me. ♥ I loved going for walks through the woods.♥ I’m addicted to everything sweet. ♥ I could drink soda all day, ever day. ♥ I dont lead a very healthy life style. ♥ I was scared to death of having my son Nick at 16. ♥ I dropped out of high school because of a guy. ♥ I’m engaged. ♥ Mike proposed to me in front of the Cinderella Castle in Walt Disney World at 2am. ♥ I’ve been in Illinos, Tennesse, Kentucky, Arizona, Colorado, Nevada, Florida, and Wisconsin. ♥ I’m addicted to Kim Anderson Pictures ♥ I dislike meeting new people. ♥ I’m an insomiac. ♥ I could be online 24/7 and not get bored. ♥ I go crazy without the internet. ♥ Im a cheap drunk. ♥ My baby boys is my life. ♥ I could say the script to well over 30 movies. ♥ I remember more stuff than I would like to, or should. ♥ I was raised by more people than I know about. ♥ My parents divorced when I was 4 years old. ♥ I cannot stand Nick’s father. ♥ I’m addicted to mountain dew. ♥ I dye my hair burgendy and blonde. ♥ I love One Tree Hill, Prison Break, and Gilmore Girls. ♥ I wanted to be an interior designer, teacher, architect, and a web designer when I was younger. ♥ My sister and I have fought alot. ♥ I usually hurt people when I wrestle. ♥ When I have a daughter, her name will be Peyton. ♥ If I have another boy, his name will either be, Branden, Kayden, Jordan, Tyler, or Hunter. (this was written before Mikhail was born… I was dead wrong) ♥ I write out lists for EVERYTHING in my life. ♥ I’m old fashion. I’d rather be a stay at home mom, that cooks, cleans and works all day with the children. While my husband works. ♥ I want a very traditional wedding. ♥ I miss having a kitten. ♥ I have 6 tattoos. Only one in which was done professionally. ♥ I have my tongue, eyebrow, and ears pierced. ♥ I’ve always had a computer. ♥ My typing wpm is over 85. ♥ I really hate doing biographies. ♥ I wrote my “life story” at the age of 17. ♥ People easily annoy me. ♥
