Thank you, Josi. I hope to do you proud.
1. I still have the placenta from Conor's birth in my freezer. The goal was to plant a tree, but since we rent here, I'm not sure where to plant it. But I can't bring myself to just throw it away! We were almost in luck with a Stake tree-planting service project in the Angeles National Forest, and I was going to be the weird(er) Mormon gal that showed up with her placenta to throw in the hole for fertilizer, but then that activity was cancelled. Anyone planning to do some landscaping?
2. I have very gray hair. Salt and pepper, heavy on the salt. I started getting a few grays early on, but the year my husband left, most of my head turned gray literally within a few months. So, at age 29 I began dying my hair, and now there is no turning back, even though as my roots grow in my kids tell me they like my "sparkly hairs".
3. When I was a pre-teen and would ride my ten-speed to softball practice, I used to pretend I was driving a car. I would pretend to smoke and I would talk to my imaginary passenger friend and use all kinds of cuss words to try them out, you know, to be cool. I never had the courage to cuss out loud around my friends, so I had to get it out of my system in imaginary situations. Must have worked. I never actually tried smoking, and I very rarely cuss. Well, I had one or two years when I was single that I really loved the "s" word in particular, and sometimes I use a well-pointed word in frustration, but mostly I have pretty clean language.
4. I kissed way too many guys in high school. Way too many. I'm not sure if I could show my face at a reunion. Wait, I could! Most of the guys I kissed were either younger or older than I was. But still, I regret giving away too many kisses. And I now tell my kids that if they can make it to 18 without kissing (besides on the cheek) then they get $5000.
5. I don't immunize my babies. I don't let the dentist give my kids fluoride. Most of my children have never had an antibiotic. And I think Mormon wives should have a lot more sex with their husbands. Well, now. There's some random weirdness.
6. I am obsessed with 'things to accomplish'. I love to help my kids do scouting, Personal Progress, Duty to God, Faith in God, whatever. I get such a rush out of checking things off and achieving goals. Fortunately, they do too. On Sundays after church, the kids have to do 30 minutes of scripture reading, write in their journals, and do something in their PP, D to G, or F in G books. Other goals for PP and for scouting are incorporated into their homeschool schedule. And that's how it all gets done.
7. I love Puffy Cheetos. Partly stale Puffy Cheetos, but not too stale. They need a good day of the bag being opened to reach full ripeness. And there is a proper way to eat them. You put one in your mouth and bite it in half. Put one half on each side of your mouth and suck until they collapse, then chew and repeat. It's the only way to go.
Okay! Seven Wacky, Wild, Random Things. Should I add 'desperate'? I will spare my friends the tag, but feel free to play along and let me know so I can come read your answers!