Saturday, January 10, 2009

In the famous words of Sally Field....You like me....You really like me!

I love receiving awards or being tagged in memes. Who doesn't? Maybe it goes back to the whole elementary school thing of being 2nd to the last picked for the baseball team. I sucked at sports. So I was always one of the kids standing in the line of unwanted's waiting for one of the team leaders to settle for me. I was a good runner, though. When it came time for running track in PE, I was usually one of the first people picked. Okay, enough of need to re-live my elementary school career.

Hajar at Tales From an American Nomad tagged me for a really fun meme! Here's the jist of it:

10 random things about me....

a) first list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!
b) pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.

I'm gonna have to dig really deep because I'm not sure I have 10 interesting things to write but here goes:

1) I have an extreme fear of heights. I refuse to even climb a short ladder because I'm afraid I'll fall a whole 6 feet and break a limb.

2) Speaking of breaking limbs, I've never broken a limb or a bone or anything. Probably because I'm scared of heights and never engaged in the sport of climbing trees when I was younger.

3) I was one of those wierd women who actually preferred having a c-section than a vaginal delivery. My first reasoning was the realization that I would have to push two human beings out through my hoo-haw. Just pushing one human being out is painful...I can't imagine pushing two out. I had witnessed two good friends giving birth vaginally and that pretty much sealed the deal for me that NO human being was ever gonna get pushed out of my hoo-haw. Then tag that onto the fear I had of pushing one baby out of my hoo-haw, only to end up having a c-section for the 2nd baby, which would result in not only a sore hoo-haw but a very sore tummy from being sliced open. So with my 1st twin pregnancy, when my water broke suddenly at 32 weeks and the OB did a quick ultrasound prior to delivery, he announced, "definite c-section based on the position of the babies" and I think I might have kissed him. Or maybe it was Tim I kissed. I can't really remember.
4) The one thing I do regret about the c-sections is not having enough information going in to the surgery. I had been watching Babies: Special Delivery every day during my 1st twin pregnancy so I thought I knew everything I needed to know. But during my c-section, they tied my arms down. It totally freaked me out. They assured me it was necessary though so I didn't argue. No one told me that the medicine in the epidural would make my face itch like crazy. And with my arms tied down, I had to rely on the poor anesthesiologist to scratch my itches for me. I also envisioned them pulling each baby out and raising them above the curtain so I could see my precious babies that we had worked so hard to conceive. Not only did I NOT get to see them being lifted out of my body upon being born, I didn't get to hold them for 24 hours. However, I did get a sneak peek at their little faces for a few seconds before they were whisked off to the NICU. With my 2nd twin pregnancy, I had to be knocked out with general anesthesia and so I never even got to see Garrett and Landon in person until 24 hours later. Tim showed me pictures and I cried all night, wishing I could have seen them or at least heard their first cries upon being born. Those are my only regrets about having a wasn't quite the experience I had expected. But, for me, it was better than having to push two babies out of my hoo-haw. Okay, that is the last time I will use the word hoo-haw.

5) My hair used to be bone straight. I always wanted curly hair. After having children, my hair is suddenly curly when I let it air-dry. Very wierd. But I'm not complaining.

6) I had a breast reduction when I was 17 years old. As mentioned earlier, I was a great runner in school but lugging around two ginormous ta-tas was becoming painful so I stopped running. My mom approached me one day and asked if I wanted a reduction and I jumped at the chance, until I saw how gorgeous the surgeon was and then I refused to peel my shirt off. But I got over that quickly and went through with the surgery. I was extremely happy with the results. But now after having children, my boobs are huge again and look more like fried eggs hanging on a nail.

7) I used to be a preschool director before I earned my MA degree in psychology. See, the problem with this is that I didn't have children yet at that time so I simply couldn't relate to some of the issues and concerns some of the parents had. I used to think some of them were blowing things way out of proportion. Now that I'm a parent, I get it. I really do.

8) I used to sneak into my sister's bed at night up to the age of 12 because I was scared to sleep by myself in my own room. This is probably due to the fact that my father was one of those dads who enjoyed freaking us children out. Like the time we watched the movie Friday the 13th and then when he tucked me into bed that night and noticed I had the comforted pulled all the way over my head, he said, "what? You don't think Jason's knife could get to you through that comforter?" and he would laugh as he walked out of my room.

9) I am obsessed with checking the moles on my body on an almost daily basis. When I was in high school and college, I used to worship the sun. There was nothing better than spraying myself down with baby oil and roasting in the hot sun until my skin was the perfect shade of brown. I ended up with horrible blisters a few times from the sunburns I got. So now I've convinced myself that I will end up with skin cancer at some point in my lifetime.

10) All my loved ones have wierd nicknames that I have blessed them with. Bella asked me one day, "Mommy, are you always gonna call me Peanut?" and I said "yes, even when you have children of your own, you will always be my Peanut". That's probably not as embarrassing for her as it would be for my sons, who have really funky nicknames. I can see it now when Landon is in college, living with his frat brothers and I call his house...."Um, hi, can I talk to Chicken...I mean,, I mean Landon please". Or when Cole is playing soccer in high school and I'm in the crowd of other parents and I'm yelling "Go Doggie...kick the ball, Dude-Z". Perhaps the worst of all is Garrett, who was deemed "Evil Twin" by one of the nurses who cared for him in the NICU because he was so high maintenance compared to Landon. Yes, it was horrible but it kinda stuck with him and now he's kindly referred to as Lil E. Or when he's in trouble, it's just plain "E".

If you've gotten this far, here are the 7 people I'd like to tag for this meme (I also gave you all an award down below!)

Mama CEO at Just CarrieMeeAway

Confessions of a Semi-Slacker Mom , Petula at It's a Woman's World, and Lana at The Kids Did WHAT?! were all sweet enough to send me this award:

Thanks to those lovely ladies for thinking of me! It totally made my day to receive this award!!!

Here are the rules for the recipients:

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.
2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/or Gratitude!
3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

Because I think all the blogs I tagged above are wonderful and show great attitude/gratitude, I'd like to forward this award to them!
And, last but certainly not least, Nancy at One Stop Boy Shop named me as "Blog of the Day" today and gave me this lovely award:
If you're looking for adorable clothing items for your little boy, you definitely need to visit her blog! Thank you, Nancy for thinking of me!


LaurieJ said...

Ok -we were meant to be husband can no longer make fun of me for using the word hoo-haw & I think I finally have him on board for the boob shrinkage! If I wasn't a runner I don't think it would cross my mind but they suck!! People pay $ for these? :-)

Tess said...

ove the memes-I get to know more about bloggers then what they would've ever thought to write about themselves.

Hajar said...

I've never broken a bone either, and I was a daredevil. I climbed trees and the interiors of barns and I rode horse back.

I hated having a c-section, but I was more terrified of trying to push both of my boys out and ending up needing an emergency c-section than I was of having a planned and scheduled belly-slicing.

Retro Heather said...

Now I feel like a big jerk for not naming new people on my latest tags! I'm just used to people getting mad at me and I'm too fragile at the moment. :-P~

Good to know all those facts about you! Men around the world are cringing at the thought of your breast reduction, but it truly is a serious life-changing issue for so many.

And my hair is curlier now too! I thought it was just because I rarely take the time to blow-dry it anymore, but it might have been the preggo hormones!

I was getting too emotional reading the c-section stuff. I may go back and read that part later. I can relate.

Elle said...

My hair got curlier too! It was so straight that I used to get perms. Now my hair is really curly and I love it!

Lana said...

Woo hoo! Thanks for tagging me. I like memes too. I'll do mine soon!

3 Bay B Chicks said...

Congrats on your bloggy bling. Very well deserved. I also loved the various revelations about all things Helene. I guess that makes you one ground-lovin', mole chekin' Mom who has a great list of nicknames for her kids.

In my book, nicknames for your kids are just plain confidence builders. Think of it as preparation for when they are in elementary school. :)


Jenni Jiggety said...

I was a preschool director before I had kids, too! I totally know what you're saying!

Supermom said...

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll get on this when I get a sec.

Kate said...

aah, thanks for the great meme tag! I love memes, but I am super slow. I am quite the blogging slacker.
And what's with the breast reduction - holy cow send some of that my way! And my hair got straight. I'm a little bummed.

I figure that if the children are alive when my husband gets home at the end of the day, I've done my job.

----Roseanne Barr

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