Speaking of sweets, I eat a lot of cereal. Not as much as I use to, but still more than most. The majority of my diet consists of cereal and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
I hate to exercise. I would much rather burn calories by doing house or yard work. Or by laying on the couch watching the Housewives.
I get mean when I’m stressed or overwhelmed. G can vouch for this.
I have a horrible sense of direction. My GPS, Greta Garmin, is the only reason I leave my house.
I spend way too much time on facebook. And way too much time worrying.
I am married to my best friend. Seriously. Garrett is not only a great husband and daddy, but he is also a great friend. He is level-headed and does not anger easily. He also gives great advice.
I’m not a fan of judgemental moms. I could care less if your kid sleeps in the bed with you, drinks from a bottle past 12 months, sucks on a passy past 2, or is not potty trained by 3.
I’m also not a fan of pushy moms–the ones who always give unsolicited advice. The ones that tell you are doing something wrong. Or the ones that go on and on about the benefits of breast feeding or organic foods.
I’m horrible at returning calls. I don’t like talking on the phone and I have one-track mind. If I have a lot going on, I’m probably not going to take the time to pick up the phone. This angers a lot of people. And makes me feel horrible. I’m working on being a better phone friend, daughter, and sister.
I am always up for a trip to the beach, even if it requires me to get in a bathing suit while pregnant. Hint, hint, Garrett.
I love surprises–big or small. I wish I could keep a secret long enough to pull off a surprise for G and MR every now and then.
I still think of myself as young. I often wonder when I will feel like an adult.
I think this little girl hung the moon. I love her more than I ever thought possible. She makes me a better person and brings so much happiness to my life. She laughs a lot. And makes me laugh too!