I, too, have been tagged

So my wonderful sister-in-law tagged me and now I have to write eight interesting facts about myself. I have to post these rules first.

The Rules:

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (If you don’t have a blog, email me)
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Fact #1: I have a very frightening obsession with sharpies. Not the thick ones, but the fine-tipped ones. I love them so much that I asked for them for my birthday. Yeah, I know.

Fact #2: I hate the snow. I think that it ruins lives. It may be pretty for a couple of hours, but then it stays around for days and you're forced to stay in your house and be miserable. Or go outside and be miserable because you can't feel your toes and your nose gets so frozen you could chip it off with an ice pick.

Fact #3: I don't like Spaghetti. It's the tomato sauce that throws me off. I'd almost rather saw off my pinky finger with a kitchen knife than eat a big plate of spaghetti.

Fact #4: Whenever I see people wear jean on jean I actually cringe. I can't handle a jean jacket with a pair of jeans. Seriously people, figure it out! So not cute.

Fact #5: I have a slight case of OCD. I have to eat things in even numbers or I freak out. Why would somebody eat seven M&M's? I have to eat even numbers so that I can chew them evenly on both sides of my mouth. Don't worry, I know that I'm crazy. At least I'm aware of it right?

Fact #6: I have to sleep with a fan every night. It's the noise and the breeze. And if for some reason I have to sleep in the same bed with somebody they CANNOT touch me. I can't handle somebody touching me while I sleep. I may just hulk out on you!

Fact #7: I love fashion. I think it would be the best job in the world to be Stacey London from "What Not To Wear." There are just so many people out there that need help...I love fashion magazines, fashion tv shows and anytime I read a book I can't help but focus on what the characters are wearing.

Fact #8: I have touched petrified dinosaur poo. Enough said.

Okay, Emily, Joy, Zoe, Jess, Julie Brown, Erica, Stacy and Kasey...YOUR IT!!

Ode to Emily

Emily Fitz is so nice,
she's got sugar but even more spice
She's crazy and funny and sleeps all day,

only because she saves people from going away.

A nurse she is, a doctor she's not,

but boy, in those scrubs she sure looks hot!

She likes to run and bike around town,

usually wearing a smile but sometimes a frown.

She's sporty and fun and cute as can be,

and (unlike me) she hardly ever has to pee.

She's clutzy and trips and falls a lot,

I really hope she never gets shot.

She loves to lick the brownie batter off of the spoon,

and every day she makes the guys swoon.

She likes to shop at Nordstrom for pretty dresses,

and she has long, brown and blonde tresses.

We love to reinact "So You Think You Can Dance,"

and when I'm not home she practices her prance.

She leaps and jumps so high to the sky,

it makes me gasp and say, "Oh my!"

She loves to go downtown on the Max train,

even though most of the people on it are insane.

We laugh and laugh 'till our stomachs hurt,

and we borrow clothes 'cause we wear the same size shirt.

My roommate is very special and unique,

she always does the dishes left in the sink.

I'm so blessed to have her in my life,

she helps me through my turmoil and strife.

Without Emily where would I be?

Probably somewhere crying or washed out to sea.

Thank you Em for all that you do.

and know that I will always love you! (Lakisha style--totally in concert!)

Against the Rocks

For those of you who don't know, I'm a pessimist. A pretty hard-core one. I remember the day I figured it out. My sister and I were in the kitchen and there was a cup of water on the counter. She asked me if the glass was half-full or half-empty; obviously the cup was half empty. Hence, the pessimism! (Thanks Jen. It didn't really help that you pointed at me and laughed!!) So, I'm cursed with constantly trying to fight the cloud. In all actuality, I like to say that I'm a realist. Not only does it sound better, which I'm all for, I think that it makes more sense. I don't walk around ready to kill myself because the whole world is going to pot, rather, I see the reality in all situations and don't get my hopes up. (It all makes perfect sense to me!) So anyway, lately I've been feeling really bogged down. It's really hard for me to not allow my circle of influence get swallowed by my circle of concern. I get really effected by people, their decisions and wanting to control things. I have a hard time when things are feeling out of control and I frantically try to do whatever I can to hold onto what I feel like I need to have a grasp of. These past couple of weeks have been especially hard for me feeling overwhelmed, out of control and burdened. Today I was at Hallmark and I came across this card. The picture of the little girl struck me. She's so small compared to the rocks. And I know she thinks that she's holding them up by pushing her little arms up there as hard as she can. Yet, I also know that if she lets go, they will most likely stay exactly where they are. She's not holding up the rocks, she's stressing herself out by not wanting to let go so they don't fall. I realized that this is me. I stress out trying to control things that I have no control of. I push against the rocks until my arms ache, not willing to let go for fear of what will happen. I saw myself in that little girl, but it struck me how silly I am. God's got control. He doesn't need my pudgy little arms pushing against the rocks because all it's doing is stressing me out! In a strange way it was comforting looking at the card and knowing how big God is and how he's got it. What a relief because as much as I think I want it, I really don't. He's much better at it than I am! :)