Something you may not know about me

 

I am always cold. At home, at work, and especially at other peoples' homes where I feel embarrassed to ask them to turn the heat up {unless it's at my parent's house, where I just walk over and change myself}. I could never work in the OR simply because of this reason alone. At my house? I keep the temperature set at 75. I like to call that bra and underwear temperature.

 

 

I never drive with a license when I go to work. The problem is that people break in cars overnight and this has happened to quite a few employees. Should I bring it inside? A purse, maybe, but again, could get stolen. Then I fear of losing it as well. I need to think of a better solution to this problem.

 

 

My first job was at 14 as a bagger at Meijer. I have since doubled in age {on Friday}. That's weird when I think about it that way.

 

 

Used to peel the banana the opposite way that 90% of the people do. That is until Andrew kindly informed me of the correct way.

 

 

Obsessed with saving money, yet equally as obsessed with spending it on a deal. Mind boggling.

 

 

My eyes dart to veins. Big ones make me wish I had an IV on hand to stick in a person. I know, strange, don't ask. It's the nurse in me.

 

 

I sleep in my contacts. I wear them for months at a time. And before someone leaves me a link of the lady that had bugs eat her eyes, let me just tell you I have already read it. One person out of how many? I'll take my odds.

 

 

I don't particularly like manicures and pedicures. Actually, I really just don't like spending the money on them. See 3 points above.

 

 

I'm a country music lover through and through. I rarely listen to anything else, and I am in need of a good country concert. Soon.

 

 

I used to write poems. A lot. The rhyming kind: the sky is blue and I love you and yes this is true. But a little better than that. I would submit them to some poetry website and then read what people would say. Darn it, I wish I knew what the website was—if it even exists still.

 

 

When I was in nursing school, I was certain I would work in pediatrics. By senior year, I knew for certain I would never step foot on a peds or neonatal floor as an employee. That decision has not changed since, and never will. I wouldn't be strong enough.

 

 

I want so bad to be the person that writes thank you notes, congratulations for every little event, and never forgets a single birthday card. I always say that and yet I fall short. I need to make a list, but something else you need to know about me:

 

 

I make lists and then never look at them again. To do lists, grocery lists, lesson lists, etc. I don't know what it is but something about seeing all these things I have left to do just gives me a tinge of anxiety.

 

 

 I don't save phone numbers to my phone. The important numbers I can just remember, and the not so important ones, I just try to guess based off of our last conversation via text. Now, when I go and delete all my conversations and then someone texts me something like..."Want to have a play date?" Then I know I'm in trouble.

 

 

I have approximately 20 gray hairs {that I can see}, all of which are on the sides of my head. Soon enough, I will have to do something about them. In the meantime, I have this crazy urge to pull them out— and I do.

 

 

And although, I can go on forever, I will leave it at that. Who really wants to read about me all day? I hope my children and future grandchildren.

 

They'll be like--- that mom of ours was pretty darn cool.

 

Was.