This blog is now considered scrap. Notice the ‘S’.
S-C-R-A-P—not ‘crap’. I know there are some who beg to differ—but the award from Amy at: http://handprintsoftheheart.blogspot.com/ proves otherwise.
Awwww. Thanks, Amy!
There are blog rules that apply here. I get to list ten things about myself that will make you either:
A-- Turn off your computer now.
B-- Sigh, roll your eyes, and go surf Facebook as we speak.
C-- Didn’t really come to visit my little corner of the blog street to read this much, but feel compelled in doing so because, heck—I’m a nut and you’re still trying to sort out what nutshell fits this nutcase. ‘Is she a beechnut, a chestnut, a coconut, or a donut?’.
In answer to that—there are many sides to me—but I would prefer if those sides came with chocolate and caramel. :)
Hee hee he h….
I get a kick out of being stupid. See, now I’m being a dumbnut! :)
Anyhoo—I figure that just took up 4 things I needed to list—or maybe it explained too much…
Either way, #5-- I’m a big fan of thrift stores. I’m all about scoring a deal and finding ‘the diamond in the rough’, so to speak. I love to find stuff and fix it up.
Even funnier—if not creepy—I had NO IDEA Jordan refinished furniture too!
#6— When I was a teenager, I accidently hit a middle-aged man in the forehead with a tampon box at the grocery store. Some stories are best left untold.
#7—when I was 16, a couple of cute boys at a party asked me what my ‘sign’ was. I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about so I raised my hand and spread my index and middle finger apart and made a 'V' and said, “Peace”. They thought I was hilarious. I thought they were stupid.
#8— I wear a size 3 shoe. Yep.
Last year I bought ballet flats at Walmart and they are 2 ½.
My great grandmother was a size 1 when she died in her 90’s. Small feet run in the family.
#9—I got married at 18—four months shy of 19. I met my husband 6 days after my high school graduation. We were engaged 6 weeks later, married after 4 months of dating, thwarting my future plans which were….
#10—I was saving money to move to California to work at Disneyland, hoping to be the next Disney princess to walk the theme park. I was going to wear beautiful ball gowns, take pictures with kids who adored me at my wanna-be castle, sign autographs with lipstick kisses, and do it all while walking hand-in-hand with my Prince Charming. (I just happened to meet him WAY sooner than I had expected!) Which was okay because soon my mind went berserk and I realized, ‘what if I had become Aurora and loathed my designated Prince Charming but I had to walk with him all day long and I ended up crushing on Aladdin with his six-pack instead?’
I could see the scandal in the faces of the children who would see their beloved Aurora feeding grapes to Aladdin while flying around on his magic carpet while sleazy Prince Charming was hitting on all the hotties, walking the park and adding numbers to his little black book. That isn’t the fairytale kids have watched and come to believe in.
What can I say? I dream in fairytale land. And I was fortunate to have found my Prince Charming 6 days after my high school graduation. And it’s a good thing he found me and saved me from myself! Aladdin may have a carpet, but my prince and I rode off into the sunset in a Ford Escort.
Okay, now the fun part!
I get to award the Honest Scrap award to ten people.
I always feel so bad selecting just a handful. There are so many fun and great blogs out there! I hate leaving people out and hurting feelings because my personality is to include everyone. So, because I like to be untraditional, I’m going to award these differently.
The Honest Scrap award goes to:
The first ten people who actually read this all the way through.
Pat yourself on the back, rub your eyes and go massage them with some Visine, you made it!! You won yourself an award!
(I especially want to award this to anyone who hasn't been offered an award yet!)
Thanks to the many awesome followers who continue to tune in each week and share a laugh with either myself or Jordan. It’s therapy, really…a place where Mean Moms can collaborate.
Thank you again for stopping by!