100 Posts, 100 Things

I am sensitive, but I hide it (very) well. (the word very was added by Chosen One)
I multi task WAY too much. I am working on it.
I love Rock & Roll.
Can barely handle Country.
I could care less if my kids track mud in the house.
I love rice with any kind of gravy.
I have had stitches twice in my head and twice in my tummy. Thankful I remember none of it.
I have never broken a bone.
I don’t really enjoy talking on the phone.
I drive an 8 year old minivan.
I am blind as a bat.
I have a tattoo on my ankle.
I hate to sweat.
Hate. It.
I have always lived in the same town.
I was an only child for 9 years.
Then my sister was born. We both feel like only children.
My grandmother passed away when I was in 6th grade. I miss her so much. I often wonder what a conversation with her would be like now. I wish she could give me advice on raising my kids.
I could wear a t-shirt everyday. Every. Day.
I love reading but do not read well.
I have a dark sense of humor.
My first concert was Ricky Skaggs with my parents.
My next concert was Metallica. Without my parents.
I married a man to sweet for me.
I prefer to be alone.
When I was a kid I was an incredibly picky eater.
Now I will try almost anything.
I do not enjoy drinking, liquor that is.
I read fairly quickly.
I can not spell to save my life!
I once ran a home daycare.
I once cleaned houses.
I once answered 911 calls.
I once inventoried items from crime scenes.
I once fingerprinted inmates.
That was actually my favorite job.
I was married when I was 19.
Divorced by 21.
Married again at 23.
I am still hanging on to him.
I take college classes and think I know my major but can never really decide.
I just enjoy learning.
I like to paint my walls too much. So says Chosen One.
When I was young I looked forward to spring break so that I could clean all the closets in the house.
I was diagnosed with OCD when I was 32. Go figure!
I used to FREAK out when the clothes were not sorted like the colors in the rainbow.
Now I am medicated and could care less.
Almost!
I am not good with hand eye coordination sports. ie~ tennis, racquetball, baseball.
I often make lists and then OFTEN never look at them again until I find them days later underneath something.
I have awful skin. I think my first break out was at 12 and it has not ever stopped. Luckily though I do not have scarring, it was never that bad but has been constant.
If I could have plastic surgery I would have a mole removed from my nose and a tummy tuck after I am done having kids.
I do have nice feet, though, that counts for something.
Chosen One says I have nice hands.
I am ADDICTED to Dr. Pepper.
When I was 11 I went to church camp and they scared me so badly about a ghost that I am still scared of the dark.
I don’t think I will send my kids to camp because of it.
I love the color green.
And purple.
I am not real big on shoes. As in I have only a few necessary pairs.
I always have my toes painted.
Sometimes I am to harsh.
But always honest.
Some people don’t want honesty. I have learned that more as I get older.
I love my feet rubbed but will only let Chosen One do it.
I am very ticklish.
When my sister was born I couldn’t even be in the same room when my mother was putting baby lotion on her. I am that. ticklish. Makes me giggle just thinking about it.
I like to hear someone really laugh.
I love “You’ve Got Mail”. I want to have a “shop around the corner”.
I am always drawn to people that are older than me.
But I married someone younger.
I want to go to Africa.
I love books. Of any kind. I have too many. So says the Chosen One.
I have never watched Star Trek. Not one single episode.
I wish I could be an artist.
I do not drink coffee.
But I MUST have a Dr. Pepper.
I love me a sharp pencil. What is that about?.
I do not like homemade mac and cheese. I prefer the stuff in the blue box. Really.
I sometimes eat just hominy for dinner. With a little salt and pepper. This grosses Chosen One out.
I like pictures of trees. Just trees. Nothing else.
I wish I could be on Jeopardy.
But I know I would embarrass myself.
Coming up with 100 things is hard.
I have loads of girlfriends.
But very few close friends.
I have a hard time walking away from a friendship.
I think I have only done it twice in my life.
I suffer from migraines.
I can remember being in elementary school and coming home and going to bed with headaches.
I love to sleep. I mean A LOT.
I will only sleep on satin pillowcases. My mother taught me how to make my own.
I learned to sew when I was four, with my grandmother.
I file my nails everyday. Just a touch up here in there.
I am stuck on routines. I sometimes get lost if I get out of step.
I sometimes think I was born in the wrong era.
I have a headache right now that is making it hard to concentrate.
But I am almost done.
I am a procrastinator when it comes to paying bills.
ONE HUNDRED: I strive to be an honest, genuine person. Every single day. Sometimes I get caught up in the “regular stuff” and forget my mission but am always thankful I get to start over fresh the next day.

There you go, Lyn in a nutshell!