Thankfully, I have never done this. But for the longest time, I just had one child to keep track of. Now I have 3! So there is still plenty of time to have major Mommy Fails!
2. Where did you go on your very first date? (Like...first first, not first with your spouse or current significant other!)
Wow. You know...This sounds REALLY bad, but I honestly do not remember. I don't even remember who my first official "date" was with! You see, I started dating pretty young, but almost all of my "dates" weren't really dates at all....They mainly consisted of a group of friends all hanging out at the mall or at someone's house. They were rarely one-on-one back then. So it's quite possible that my first true date WAS with my current husband....Only it would have been 17 years ago. Wow, Did I do that math right? I will be 30 in June, and I first dated Dan when I was 13....Oh my goodness...I am freaking OLD! But yeah...I am not sure where my first "real" date happened or even who it was with. Call it senility, but I just don't know. I DO remember where other firsts took place, and who they were with,though,lol...Just not the whole first date thing since there were usually several people around and we never really did anything memorable!
3. What's your "silly" fear? (We're not talking water and heights.)
I am a wuss. Plain and simple. And the vast majority of my fears are horribly irrational. (Hey, at least I can admit it!)But oddly enough, I am NOT afraid of the usual suspects, like snakes or spiders. They don't phase me one iota. However, I am deathly afraid of the following things, silly as they may be:
- Horses. And anything even remotely resembling a horse. Keep me away from mules, donkeys, and zebras, too, please. And even those creepy little miniature ponies. ~cringes~ I saw my little brother get thrown from a horse when we were little, and ever since, I have been afraid of them. Not to mention the fact that ALL the people I know who have had multiple dealings with horses have ALL gotten injured by them in some way, shape or form. So keep me away from horses, and other horse-like creatures. Yes, they are....beautiful.....but any animal THAT big that gets spooked very easily equals a recipe for disaster, and quite possibly some hefty hospital bills.
- Lightning. I. HATE. LIGHTNING. I am absolutely, positively petrified by lightning! You know those people that will go sit on their front porch in the middle of a thunderstorm? Yeah. That is SO not me. I don't mind the thunder, it's the lightning that gets me. If there is a thunderstorm, I won't bathe...I won't go pee...I won't wash my hands...I won't talk on the phone or use the computer...I won't drive...I won't sit near a window...Yeah. I am THAT scared of lightning. My bladder has cursed me many,many times for it!
- Bees, wasps, and other flying, stinging insects. I am soooo afraid of them! I have never been stung by anything, but that's probably because if a bee or wasp is near me, I run and scream like a little girl!
- Death. Just having the knowledge that I will die someday scares the crap out of me. It scares me so badly that I cannot even think about it too long, because I will end up hyperventilating and being scared that I'm going to, in fact, die. I mean, what happens when we die? What if there is nothing else after this existence? I consider myself to be a Christian, and I have faith...But what if that's not at all accurate? I am afraid of not existing. I know. Sounds silly. But it frightens me. I can't even handle funerals or the death of pets well. We had a pet die on us around Halloween. I am not much of an animal person at all. I am horribly allergic to most animals, and I have very little patience for begging, peeing and pooping on the floor, chewing things, etc.... But this was MY dog. My hypoallergenic Shih-Tzu that I named Mojo, after Jim Morrison. He was a cool little dog. He got into some bleach rags that were waiting to go into the wash, and he ended up dying a week or so later. I couldn't even look at him to say goodbye. I was torn up. I cried for over a week. Over a dog. Death does not sit well with me.
- Gaining weight. The thought scares me. I am not tiny. I weigh a whopping 147lbs, and wear a size 8-10.(Which I have been stuck at for about 3 weeks and it's making me mad!) I used to me much heavier. My all-time-high weight was around 185lbs. I was miserable. I hated looking in the mirror. I have always had self-esteem issues and fears that I was never "good enough", and that unfortunately manifested itself into an eating disorder. I am not going to go into too much detail about that, since it's not a habit I would recommend to anyone. But I lost weight, and I lost it fast. However, as I try and recover from this, I find myself horrified of gaining even an ounce. I feel like a failure if my weight spikes at all, even though I know it's normal for our bodies to fluctuate even as much as 10lbs over the course of a day, and that it will even out. I still freak out. So the scale is my biggest enemy, and one of my greatest fears. I am afraid that I will never be good enough, and that I will never fully overcome my self-esteem issues.
I HATE confrontation. I am a "people pleaser", and I often have a hard time saying no or speaking my mind, in fear that I will upset, offend, or hurt someone's feelings. I am the type that will bottle things up and tolerate a lot, but once you push me to a certain point or cross a certain line, you will simply cease to exist to me. I don't get in peoples' faces. I don't yell and scream. I ignore. I move on. I know that sounds awfully callous, but let me say that I am a very giving person. I would do anything for the people I care about. I am loyal, sometimes to a fault. But there are just certain things I do not tolerate, like attacks on my family, attacks on me regarding certain things, and if you break my trust in any BIG way more than once, good luck ever getting it back. I have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to toxic people. If you're hurting my life over and over, I won't confront you. I will be an adult and walk away rather than play into any ridiculous high-school drama. So rather than confront, I simply ignore. If there truly needs to be a confrontation, I *CAN* do it, but I try to avoid it first.
5. Wood floors or carpet?
My house has both. And I LOVE carpet, but I HATE our carpet, as it is white. With a preteen boy, a toddler, a newborn, a dog, and a husband that works in the automotive field, white carpet is NOT a good thing!!
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