It's everyone's favorite day of the month over here on the blog!! The day when a guest blogger visits and shares her craziness by Owning It!! Today, one of my very close friends in blog-land AND the real world is here sharing some funnies...Andrea from Momfessionals!! In this post, Andrea totally owns it and one of the things I love the very most about her is that she does that in real life as well.
I have been
LOVING this series and laugh so hard every time Erika has someone guest post
for her and when she asked me to participate my first thought was, “I’m soooooo
not quirky”. But as I started thinking
about it, jotting things down and asking Dave about my “quirks” I quickly
realized that I am crazy quirky.
- ONE –
My AMAZING Athletic Abilities…. And by
amazing I mean none.
I am clumsy,
uncoordinated and have zero athletic ability whatsoever. That said, I typically hold a basketball one
time a year at our School’s Back-To-School retreat for the staff free throw
contest and EVERY year I make it on the first shot. It’s amazing.
(the pic above is when I was nominated - as a joke - to participate in the Staff vs. Students volleyball game. I played awful, but I looked cute!!!)
- TWO –
I’m a sympathetic blusher (and crier).
I blush and
I blush HARD. If something embarrassing
happens, I can feel the heat starting on my neck and moving upward until it
reaches my forehead. I start off pink
and quickly turn to bright red. In high
school I had an English teacher who (lovingly) called me glow worm. ;) The worst part is that I blush on other
people’s behalf as well. If something
embarrassing happens to YOU…. I blush.
If something embarrassing happens to someone on TV… I blush. It’s uncontrollable and totally obvious. I’m also a sympathetic crier. If someone around me is crying I can’t hold
back the tears.
In many situations, I'm SO thankful you do this. :) That way I'm not the only one turning red. haha!
- THREE –
I HATE E.T.
I watched
E.T. at about age 4 (I think) while at a neighbor’s house and I’ve been
emotionally scarred ever since. For
YEARS I was terrified to go to the bathroom at night because I was CONVINCED I
was going to pull back the shower curtain and he was going to be laying there
in the tub all white and sick. My middle
schoolers know about my E.T. phobia and over the years I’ve received E.T. dolls,
keychains and pencils and have even had them create and post pictures like
these…
- FOUR –
I’m HORRIBE with accents.
If you have
an accent, chances are I understand less than 70% of what you’re saying. I am AWFUL with accents! We moved from Canada to North Carolina when I
was in the second grade and my teacher was LOVELY, but she also had a super
thick southern accent (not “Texas southern”… “Carolina Southern”). Her drawl was completely foreign to me and I
was continually asking for clarification on directions and then got sent
outside the room on multiple occasions for talking to my tablemates (I was
asking them to re-explain things to me).
I told my mom that my problems were that “I don’t understand”, but was
too young to explain that I couldn’t understand because I literally couldn’t understand
what she was saying. Midway through the
year she had a baby, we got in a long
term sub who was from somewhere up north, I immediately made a turnaround in
the classroom and they were able to figure out that I couldn’t understand her
accent ;) Thankfully, after lots of time
in the South I can now understand almost any drawl.
On another
occasion, Dave and I were vacationing in the Dominican Republic and the sweet
girl who was checking us in to our hotel was giving me directions and
instructions and when she went to get us our key I turned to Dave and go, “I
have no clue what she said… my Spanish is horrible!” and he goes, “Andrea… she
was speaking English”.
- FIVE –
My Flower Pillow
When I was
pregnant with Luke, the nurse who taught our birthing class recommended buying
a pillow specifically to take to the hospital so you didn’t have to take one of
your bedroom pillows (I’m not sure why, but Luke was my first and I did
everything I was told. Everything). I bought a pillow and even made a cute fun,
floral case for it (because it was pre-kids and I had all kinds of time to
craft and sew and such). I brought it to
the hospital and fell in LOVE!!!! I
bought the pillow at Target and have never been able to find the exact same
one. It’s literally the perfect
pillow. It’s squishy, but not too
squishy. It’s never gotten lumpy and it
always has a cool side. Since I don’t
have two of them I can’t officially use it on my bed (like when it’s made), so
it hangs out as an extra and I use it EVERY night. Mason has taken a liking to my “flower pillow
“and he takes it to bed with him almost every night and then before I go to bed
I go in his room and take it back. Hahaha
So if you’re
looking at my pictures and see a weird floral pillow – that’s why.
PS - I feel like now I've challenged you all to a game of Where's Waldo and you're constantly going to be spotting my "flower pillow" in all my pics :)
- SIX –
My desire to never hurt anyone’s feelings
runs DEEP.
I am a total
pleaser and I am aware that I’m a pleaser.
I HATE the thought of anyone being disappointed in me or even worse the
thought that I've hurt someone’s feelings.
When I was in Elementary School and I would be invited to a sleepover my
mom would tell me that I could bring one stuffed animal with me. I had a favorite bear, but I didn't want my
other animals to get their feelings hurt, so before a sleepover I would take
all my stuffed animals into my closet to play “tea party”. I would play for a few minutes and then I
would sneak one out of the closet, shut the doors and loudly announce that I
was running downstairs to get something.
My stuffed animals were left unaware that I was taking my favorite bear
with me and I wasn't left feeling guilty.
I’m a hot mess.
- SEVEN –
Hot tea makes everything better.
Seriously
though. Hot tea makes EVERYTHING better. I don’t drink alcohol (no really… I’ve never
drank anything alcoholic…. I have nothing against it, I’ve just never really
had a desire to, maybe because of hot tea???), but when I get home after a long
day I want a cup (or four) of tea. I
blame my Canadian/British roots, but I’m obsessed. I’m really particular about my tea – it has
to be extra hot English Breakfast tea (a black tea) with a splash of skim milk
and a sweet and low. I’ve tried
peppermint, green, oolong, earl grey, etc. and none of those can compare. I drink it even when it’s 110 degrees
outside. I love hot tea.
(My favorite part of vacation at the Homestead??? TEA TIME!!! And yes... I'm prego with Mason)
Is it crazy that I've NEVER had hot tea?? Maybe we should plan a tea date?
- EIGHT –
I hate seafood. All seafood.
I have NEVER
liked seafood. EVER.
I can’t even
eat a Calfiornia roll because I feel like the seaweed has a fishy taste. Everyone thinks they can “convert me” with
the whole, “I swear…. This one doesn’t even taste like fish” line and every
time I want to puke my guts out. Even
Caesar salads that have too much anchovy paste are unpalatable. Dave loves fish, but he knows that it he eats
fish he won’t be getting even a peck until probably the next day. We used to vacation on the Carolina beaches
where the “daily catch” is plentiful and I survived those weeks eating hush
puppies ;)
I chaperoned a trip to Houston and we ate lunch at a seafood restaurant on the boardwalk... hence the hush puppies ;)
Really?? You think the seaweed has a fishy taste? I've never tasted that before, but now I'm going to be REALLY thinking about that little piece of seaweed!
- NINE –
Excessively thick hair.
I’m aware
that LOTS of people think/say they have really thick hair. I’d challenge any of those people to a “hot
head” contest because apparently, medically, I have so many hair follicles it
makes it almost impossible for heat to escape from my head like it’s supposed
to when you’re hot. Hence… my face turns
purple when I’m hot and leads people to making me lie down with a cool cloth on
my face on more occasions than I’d like to admit. I did hunter jumping when I lived in North
Carolina and when all the other girls were wearing gorgeous black velvet riding
helmets with their coats and riding pants I was sporting a special plastic
ventilated helmet since when I wore the velvet ones I had a tendency to pass
out and fall off the horse. –
- TEN –
I read when I blow dry my hair.
I’ve
mentioned that I read while I blow dry my hair to a couple of friends and the
looks of confusion and puzzlement that I received have led me to believe that
this is a quirk. But it’s true…. I am
HORRENDOUS at the round brush and so when I blow dry I just use my fingers to
kind of help the process along and I usually flip my head over and put a book
on my lap to read while I dry. When the
bottom layers are done I put a book on the counter and read while I dry the top
layers. Anyone else do this??? It’s not just a side effect of being a busy
mom… I did this all the time growing up as well. My mom would come upstairs and find me blow
drying my hair and reading Lurlene McDaniel books (did anyone else read these
books??? LOVE!!!)
I'm going to need Dave to take a picture of this in action!!!
Well, there you go - ten of my quirkiest quirks. ;)
Andrea, thank you SO SO much for sharing your crazy with us today!! I definitely learned some fun stuff and I'm still questioning, "How does her book stay open in her lap while she's blow drying her hair"?? hahaha!! I'm sure we could all relate to at least one of your quirks!! THANK YOU for Owning It!! XOXO
In case you've missed any of the other "Owning It" posts, check them out here...
You can read Kelly @ Kelly's Korner HERE.
You can read Olivia @ Snyders Tell All HERE.
You can read Narci's HERE.
You can read Fancy Ashley's HERE.
You can read Kelly @ Redhead on the Run's HERE.
You can read Shay's HERE.
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