nineteen through twenty-eight.

Catch up here.

Nineteen. My very first friend, since the day I was born, is still one of my best friends.

Twenty. I’ve had chronic migraines and headaches since I was 17. The only time I didn’t have them was when I was in my last trimester.

Twenty-one. Most times, I’d pick texting over phone calls. And in person over texting.

Twenty-two. I’m terrified of birds yet think many are beautiful and I have a dove tattooed on my back.

Twenty-three. I love the smell of shoe stores and shoe departments. 

Twenty-four. I cried when Phil Harris of Deadliest Catch died.

Twenty-five. I thoroughly enjoy shopping alone.

Twenty-six. While in college, I would either take an F or do an extra assignment instead of giving a speech/presentation. 

Twenty-seven. I don’t wear nail polish on my fingers.

Twenty-eight. I am truly enjoying getting older.

ten through eighteen.

Continuing on from yesterday.

Ten. I spoil surprises for myself. I sneak around looking for presents around Christmas time. I ask my husband a ton of questions to get clues about surprises since he’s a horrible liar. Either I have control issues or issues with instant gratification.

Eleven. If I tweezed the gray hairs on my head, I’d be bald. Yes, I am turning 28, not 48.

Twelve. I long for the (good) days when I was in college in Las Vegas. I often mourn over the amazing friendships that have faded due to distance, lack of common interests, and being in different stages in life.

Thirteen. I don’t brush my teeth before I go to bed. The mister thinks this is gross. However, I have never had a cavity (knock on wood).

Fourteen. If I’m driving alone, I don’t turn music on. If I’m with other people, there needs to be some noise… or else it’s just awkward.

Fifteen. I love cookbooks but I’m not a big fan of cooking.

Sixteen. The day my son was born was not the best day of my life.

Seventeen. Unless I’m leaving the house, I stay in pajamas all day until I shower. Then I put on new pajamas.

Eighteen. Wyclef Jean’s Perfect Gentleman (the Stripper Song) is one of my favorite songs. Yo!

One through Nine.

On Monday, I’ll be turning twenty-eight.
Over the next few days I’ll be sharing things about me that you probably don’t know. (I stole the idea for these posts from this missy.)
I’m going to be honest.
I’m going to share good things.
I’m going to share not so good things.
I did just say I’ll be honest!

So here goes- One through nine.

One. I hate folding clothes. If I don’t want wrinkles then I’ll hang up the clothes instead of fold them. Unfortunately my husband does not agree with this and I do fold his and Mason’s clothes.

Two. I have read more books about oppression, human trafficking, & sex crimes, than I have any other topic. I don’t ever want to be naive to the suffering in the world.

Three. I do not swim over rocks or reef. There must be sand, and only sand below me.

Four. The first concert I went to was Bob Dylan when I was fourteen.

Five. I have horrible handwriting. Horrible. It’s so bad, it’s embarrassing.

Six. I love the smell of Mason’s stinky breath. It’s like puppy breath.

Seven. I am a pro at dressing down any nice, dressy outfit with slippers (flip-flops to you on the mainland). Some times, rubber slippers.

Eight. I graduated high school when I was fifteen. Due to transferring colleges twice, I ended up graduating from college at 22, like the rest of my friends.

Nine. I share a middle name with a great-great grandmother, great grandmother, grandmother, grand aunt, second cousin, third cousin, and a fourth cousin. I need a daughter only for the purpose of passing on the name:)