Ali tagged me for a meme-type thing today, and I'm usually hesitant to do something like this because isn't this entire blog sort of one long, very poorly written meme? But I'm feeling kinda up for it today, and I'm even tagging other people at the end.
So, even though I'd prefer to preface this with a drum roll or something, here are six random things you may not know (and probably don't particularly care to know) about me:
1) I cannot drink a glass—a sip, even!—of milk if it's even one day past the sell-by date. I don't care that the milk is completely fine and nothing actually happens at 12:01am on the morning of the following day to make the milk go sour. I WON'T DRINK IT. My mother-in-law has told me that she checks the date before we come over to see if she needs to run out and buy more milk, so I'll have something to drink with dinner. (First of all, isn't she amazing? And second of all, lord, I'm difficult.) Mike has been known to LIE TO MY FACE when I ask him to get me a glass of milk and it's past the sell-by date. HE HAS BROUGHT ME BAD MILK BEFORE, and he had only himself to blame when I kicked him in the shins for it.
2) I can recite most lines to Disney's Beauty and the Beast and it's the movie I've seen the most times, easily. In fact, when Mike and I first started dating, we watched it together and after about fifteen minutes of me singing and talking along with Belle, he said, "You know, that's not cute. That's actually incredibly annoying."
3) If I could go see any concert, regardless of ticket price, it would be Greenday, which makes you kind of want to vomit in your mouth, doesn't it? See, when I turned 13, my dad bought me a CD player and two CDs I had asked for: Hootie and the Blowfish and Greenday. I listened to "Basketcase" and "She" on repeat, for months, and they were the first band I fell in love with on my own, without help from my parents or sister or friends. Mike knows—I remind him weekly—that if they ever tour again, he needs to buy tickets. I DON'T CARE IF THAT MONEY IS SAVED FOR RENT.
4) I'm really, truly messy, which is a quality that shames my obsessively clean parents more than any other of mine—even more than my chronic drinking and all those years I was totally self-destructive. They are both neat and tidy people, and, thankfully, my sister totally took after them. When I say neat and tidy, I'm being sort of casual about the whole thing, but my parents do more than vacuum regularly, they have systems and routines and let's just say the day I moved out on my own was the last day I thought about coasters and elbow grease. (Well, I did think about coasters long enough to register for some but only because they were the fancy, insert-a-picture-type ones. And, what do you know, we haven't used them yet. ONE YEAR LATER.)
5) One night, during my freshman year of college, I dreamed a married a man named Michael. Four years later I started dating Mike, and a little more than three years after that, I married him. I never told him about my dream until after the wedding. Before my sister-in-law found out she was pregnant with her baby boy, Jake, I dreamed she was having a boy. About two months ago, I dreamed Crystal was having a girl. (She is.) For ten years, I've thought (and kind of hoped) I would mother a son one day. I could almost see what he looked like, but as I was sitting on the couch the other day, I heard a voice tell me I would have a girl. We would name her Sophia, even though we had only just started throwing that name around. It was so odd and so actual, I got up, walked into Mike's office and said, "Baby. We're going to have a girl. Whenever we have a baby." And he smiled. Because he totally believed me.
6) I really and truly believe life would be just a little bit sweeter if we had background music to accompany it. The difference between my silly little life and Joey Potter's (other than her great hair and Pacey Whitter): BACKGROUND MUSIC.
Now, let's hear some random things about you. Specifically: Kristie, Elizabeth, Bethany, Emily, Katie and Sarah.
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I don't think I'll be posting again before we leave Saturday morning for Arkansas. So, I'll see you on Tuesday, with pictures and lots of whining about being back in Texas and back in the real world when there was free champagne in Arkansas. There is an anniversary post going live on Monday, but I won't be here to monitor comments, so if anyone starts throwing up all over the Internet because of my total sappy I-love-my-husband-so-much behavior, can one of you take care of it? Thanks, you.
A year ago today, actually, I was in Lake Tahoe, preparing for my wedding. This year I'm throwing the remote at the TV because ANDY BERNARD? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Not exactly as cool as 366 days ago, but, hey, Mike made me laugh so hard in the middle of Wal-mart tonight, I couldn't breathe. Different setting. Fewer gifts to open. No open bar in sight. But same cool guy. Yeah, I'm good.