easily distracted: 01.09

some (more) things you may not know about me.

Thought it was time for an update to this old list (most of which are still true)

I fall asleep nearly every night with my lamp on, propped up on my husband pillow and more often than not still holding the book or magazine I was reading. Brad says this makes me older than my years. He is probably right.
I still listen to, and buy, Jay-Z's music. Ever since The Vegan told me Jay feature dogfighting in his 99 Problems video, I've felt guilty every time I admire his lyrics (Save the narrative/You saving it for marriage/let's keep it real/you saving it for carats). I HATE Michael Vick for glorifying dogfighting, why not Jay-Z? I'll tell you why-- I <3 near-rhyme
When Joe and I got engaged in Vegas, I repeatedly told him we should "just get married and look we can do it right here!" However, we were NOT pre-married.
Before Joe and I went to Vegas and got engaged, I told my mother I thought "Joe and I should just get married in Vegas." She agreed.
I also told HotCop, who knew Joe was planning to propose and called him immediately to warn him. She also suggested we "buy you a nice white shift dress, just something to wear in case."
I also told my friend Jen I wanted to get married in Vegas. She said "Aww, but it would be so fun to come to your wedding."
I can't remember if I mentioned any of this to Joe prior to the Vegas trip.
Our wedding and surrounding events were just about the most fun I've ever had.
I enjoy watching The Girls Next Door. The girls are, for the most part, annoying and stupid. But I can't stop watching.
I am obsessed with cycling movies on my Netflix queue. For a while I was even taking the movies to the post office mailbox because I thought they were getting returned faster (the next day as opposed to two days later).
Though I do miss Virginia, I don't miss the weather or the bridge-tunnel.
I love food. (You may have known this about me already).
Chances are, I read your blog.
I am far more scandalized by some of the things my college-age relatives and friends seem to be doing than I should be -- considering the stupid things I did at that age.
I REALLY want to buy a king-sized bed with our tax return money. Also dining room chairs. Does this mean I'm a Real Grown Up?
My mother told me she is still waiting to feel grown up.
I know grocery shopping on an empty stomach is dangerous. I also know buying stuff that isn't on my list is dangerous -- that is how we end up with THREE cans of whipped cream.
I have been more sniffly and sneezy this year than any year in the past.
I once texted Joe to ask if there was anything LESS sexy than nasal spray. He proceeded to picture-message me a photo of Beatrice.
I still think nasal spray is less sexy than my cat.
I'm not sure how I raised such a poorly-behaved and sometimes mean cat. I hope this does not bode ill of my parenting skillz.
I would need to get ride of shoes, purses and clothes in order for there to be room for a kid in our current home. If you've met me you know this ain't happening.
I'm excited for 1.20.2009.