Today, we’re playing a game of finish this sentence.
- Unlike my sibling: my house doesn’t look like a magazine cover (hers is BEAUTIFUL, by the way, and I’m not at all jealous. Okay, maybe a little). There is a lot of dust and dog hair in the corners, probably at least 9 loads of laundry to be folded, yesterday’s dinner might still be on the stove and there is probably a sippy cup somewhere with curdled milk. It’s unfortunate, but that’s just the way it is.
- My best friend says: that we should have a slumber party. We haven’t done that since high-school and I think we should do it. Is it weird for grown women to abandon their family for the night in favor of cream cheese icing and late night giggles? I think we should rent a hotel room, have a Twilight marathon and eat ourselves silly. Sounds fun, no?
- People call me: Margarita. Well, my husband does. Not to my face, but on his phone. I know we’re weird, but we are saved as hispanic names in each other’s contact list. It makes for funny conversation when someone catches you sending dirty text messages to your friendly, neighborhood Mexican… I mean spouse (not that this has ever happened to me, of course!).
- I most often dream: about how we would spend the money we’ll win in the lottery. Which, ironically enough, would require us to live in a state where lottery tickets were sold. Instead, we might pick up one a year while on vacation or something, but the odds aren’t really in our favor. When dreaming, we fluctuate between being really stingy and extremely generous, but I’m guessing we would actually fall somewhere in between.
- The best part of my day: is that thirty minutes before I finally fall asleep. I’d love to say it was the moment I saw my children after a long, hard, day at work, but those kids are feisty in the afternoons and they are hardly ever happy for me to pick them up. I save sweet memories of them for the weekends when we’re all rested and nobody is in a hurry to pack their lunch or put their pants on. On weekdays, those last few moments of the day talking to my husband, reading and drinking a glass of chocolate milk are golden.
- I really don’t understand: wearing tennis shoes with your dresses. I know that walking from the parking lot to your office puts a lot of strain on your peds, but what is wrong with a nice ballet flat or a sandal? I cannot get behind putting on cross trainers with your panty hose. Shudder.
- I get really annoyed: at drivers on my morning commute. I have zero problem with you driving 35 miles per hour, that is totally your prerogative. Can’t you just get out of the passing lane to do it?
- There’s nothing like an: ice cold fountain Dr. Pepper from Jacks. Nothing. It’s too bad that doesn’t really fit in with the whole “eating clean” situation we have going on around here. A girl can dream.
- Lately, I can’t get enough: of flat sandals. Last summer I didn’t have nearly enough great sandals and flip flops and I find myself overcompensating this year. I’ve already bought three pair for summer and it’s barely May. I find the ones without something between your toes a little weird, but that didn’t keep me from buying two different pairs?!
- One thing I am NOT is: a saver. Yes, it’s probably a good idea to have a nest egg or some fall back money, but I’m not saving all my money so my kids can spend it after I’m dead. We try to live within our means, give to the church and charities and save some money for a rainy day. Otherwise, we’re buying new shoes and plane tickets. We might be poor one day, but we’ll have lots of memories and adventures to look back on.
- I spend too much money on: vacation. Didn’t I just say that?! We also spend a fair amount of money on food. I cringe when I see the grocery bill every month. I don’t know how we can possibly eat so much.
- I want to learn: how to filter. I say way too much in almost every situation.
- If I ever met Paul McCartney, I would: wet my pants. I’ve been a huge Beatles fan since birth (thanks to my dad) and I love Sir Paul no matter what band he’s singing with. I would absolutely die to see him in concert and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t form a complete sentence if I were ever in his presence. Blackbird, anyone?
- I can’t stop: counting things and scratching my legs. Just a few obsessive/compulsive behaviors I should probably shield you from. Sorry, I’m a nutcase.
- Never have I ever: been a bridesmaid. Only the maid of honor in my sister’s wedding. I do have tons of girlfriends, but they almost all married before they came into my life. Isn’t that weird?
- Reese Witherspoon: is highly entertaining – whether doing her best in a poorly scripted chick flick or in the road-side defense of her husband. I cannot get enough of that video.
Kristin is married to her high-school sweetheart and the mother to two daughters. Professional by day and creative by night, she is a family lifestyle blogger who writes about faith, family, and fitting it all into a busy schedule. At Taz + Belly, you’ll find healthy recipes, children’s party ideas, tutorials, DIY projects, and more. Click Here to Read More About Kristin
