Amanda, in a desperate attempt to get my head out of Twilight, tagged me. So I'm supposed to list of few things that are... 'Interesting or Not'. I find that a VERY broad subject and quite open to interpretation. Hm, this WILL be interesting... OR NOT!!!
I battle with things like... watching 'The Office'. Sometimes I think it's absolutely hilarious but when it's over I feel like I'm dumber than when it started. I can't decide if the trade-off is worth it.
I lose my personality after 9:30pm. My girlfriends are well aware of this from our many (and continued) attempts at late night girl parties. I'm always really excited about it until it's too late and then I lose all my facial expressions. They go into hibernation as does my enthusiasm. My sudden party pooperness has become expected and continually denied (by myself) and ignored (by my friends). It's just an accepted part of our friendship.
I'm secretly 14 yrs old. I always say 17 to my friends and pretend like it's the honest truth. The Evidence? The fact that I love High School Musical. I get chills listening to "Status Quo". I've finally come to a point in my life where I'm not afraid to admit it.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE to cook. With some stipulations, of course. It has to meet one of three criteria:
- A recipe I've never tried before.
- A claimed 'Best Ever' recipe by myself or someone else
- A quick, easy, satisfyingly delicious meal that makes me feel like I'm doing a fantastic job as mother and wife (a least culinarily). This usually interprets to a crockpot meal that smells up the house.
The funny thing is... I don't even want to eat it. I want to taste it and then give it away. And I'm not a fan of leftovers no matter good it was in the first place. My friends and neighbors think it's a fabulous 'problem' that I have since I often end up trying out a new recipe that serves 8 and inviting them over for dinner.
Which leads me to my kitchen gadget infatuation. I know I've mentioned this before but I'm utterly hopeless. I want a Bosch AND a Kitchen Aid Mixer. I want a pantry big enough so that half of it can be used to store platters and dishes, pans and appliances, silicone baking mats and beautiful (as well as matching) paper plates and napkins. And I don't want just practical, I want beautiful. My new meat tenderizer is not only efficient, but a work of art.
I'm obsessed with Washington D.C. I'm a patriot (by my own definition). I suppress tears almost every time I hear the National Anthem. I'm proud of my country and in awe of those serving it. Eddie is my virtual hero by fact of his red baray (sp?) or whatever color it is. He stands for freedom. And I feel confident he would protect me from the Tutsi (see 'Hotel Rwanda').
ENOUGH! I've heard enough 'interesting... OR NOT' for one day. I'm tagging... Mark (who never seems to answer tags), Amy (who doesn't seem to be bloggin lately), Mom (who's also been a non-blogger), and Keri (to get her out of Twilight -- HAHA!)
Other people I want to tag but I don't know if I'm allowed that many... Jackie (get a blog FCOL), Riki (whose constant fear of snow tells me we're going to be great friends), and Colin (who I doubt reads this but we'll see). ( :