#1: In my memory, I've never been stung by a bee. When I was a wee little child I went to this baby sitters house. I am not quite sure of her name. She was determined to make me love outdoors. She likened being stung by a bee unto a small pinch with fingernails. Harmless. But as a child, I was terrified of bees. Thus, hating the outdoors. I since have obviously overcome this irrational fear of bees, because really what 26 year old woman is scared of bees? Honestly?? Now, I say in my memory, because my mums thinks I have been. And you know what? She very well could be right because I have very bad/selective memory.
#2: In all honesty, bees do still kind of scare me. A sting from a bee probably doesn't hurt as bad as it does in my mind, but still. When I see a bee, I run the other way. Literally. I tell the kids I am in charge of, "Sorry guys. When it comes to bees you are on your own." Just kidding. I don't. But I do think it. One little boy several daycares ago promised to protect me from bees and took it upon himself to shoo away any bee that came near me. True story.
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| This, however, is an excellent book, even if it is about bees! |
#3: This may be a boring one, but........I HATE shimmery blushes. With a passion! Unfortunately, I feel like they are ALL shimmery lately. I do not want my cheeks to look like Edward Cullen! Once upon a time, I found a beautiful blush. My exact shade of pink that I had been searching for my whole life. MY WHOLE LIFE!!! I was so happy. I put it on and it was stunning. My cheeks were positively perfect. Indoors, that is. Step outside and BAM!! Shimmer city. Why oh why???? And how did I not notice this inside my house? Or when I bought it? Because they are sneaky with this stupid shimmery blush. Lets disguise it as non shimmery blush and then it takes on a life of its own when it gets out in to the real world (aka outdoors)! Now, this is not to say I hate shimmery blushes on other people. I don't. But on me? No thank you!
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| It doesn't look shimmery right? But this is indeed the very blush I am talking about and it IS shimmery. Sadly. |
#4: My husband is my best friend. Not to get mushy, but he is. And I am grateful for that. Its good that even when we disagree on things, ultimately he has my back. He's a good one, that Jungle boy. We are just like Todd and Copper. Minus the ending where they realize they can't be friends. We are the Todd and Copper at the beginning.
#5: My mumsy is my other best friend. Also grateful for that. She is the one person who I can say, in all my 26 years has always been there for me. Always had my best interest at heart. Loved me even when I didn't listen to her and caused her grief and stress and worry. Love you mums!!
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| I would insert a picture of my mom here, but then she would kill me and I wouldn't be around to write this fantastic blog, so hopefully this will keep me alive and safe! Wink, wink! |
#6: Someday I want to have a very large family. Right now I am hovering right around......ZERO!!! So I am off to a bit of a slow start, but I have faith! People always tell me, start with one and see how that one goes before saying you want lots. I know several people who said they wanted lots of kids, had one and then said I'm DONE!!! I, however, will not be that person. I have already decided it. I want to have a little baseball team of mini jungle boys and farm princesses. And my life will be organized chaos! I will love all those ragamuffins with all the love in me and every single one of them will have a Z somewhere in their first name. And just for fun I will share with you my top boy and top girl name. Ezekiel and Lillianza (Lily-awn-zah).
#7: I once ate octopus. And Haggis. And chicken hearts (not that weird I know, but still. Have you tried it?). And also cow tongue.
Octopus....no good. Haggis........surprisingly good. Chicken hearts......usually good. Cow tongue....weirdly have no memory of how it tasted. However, I did not try them all at the same time (but that would have made for a really interesting meal)!
#8: I work at a daycare. Which is obviously not a random fact, but here are some random things that let you know for sure, you work at a daycare.
You text your co workers this: "Guess who pooped in the potty today?" And they are not grossed out by that message!
When above child poops in the potty, you say WOOHOO!!! And praise her ridiculously! High fives galore!
You clean up spilled milk at least twenty times a day. But you do not shed one, single tear. Not one!
You buy Dora dvds and then watch the same several episodes over and over cause, hey lets face it. Kids love Dora.
You get to eat things like wiener boats and hot dogs in tortillas and french toast with captain crunch somehow mixed into the bread.
But the best part of working at a daycare? Getting kisses and hugs and little hands all over your face all day long (with a whole lot of hard stuff mixed in there too!).
#9: I love animals. I grew up with animals. I've never lived anywhere that I didn't have at least a dog or a cat, usually both. Now I have a couple of each. When I was 3 I was playing in my little playhouse my dad made for me. I slammed a book. In ran one of our cats at the time, Sassy. She attacked me. My parents ran in and saved me. I had to get stitches below my eye and a butterfly bandage above my eye. I came home that night (after spending HOURS at the doctor. Jk, I am sure it wasn't that long) to a sweet little cat sitting on my porch that did not belong to us. I looked up at my mums and in my sweetest little 3 year old voice I asked her, "Mumsy, can I keep her?" That right there, my friends, is precious.
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| Me and my "other" cat. As in, the one who didn't send me to the doctor. |
#10: I am afraid of the dark.....I'll admit it. I hate the dark. When it gets dark outside I turn on all the lights in my house and close all the blinds and curtains. I hate being able to see outside. I think it is because once as a young child, I started a ghost club with all the cool kids in second grade. It was very high class, this ghost club. One day, my friend Alison (names have been changed to protect this persons identity) told of a spine tingling tale involving her friend, her friend looking out a basement window, her friend seeing a scary face in window, friend being scared and lastly, me being scared for the rest of my life that I too, will look out a window one day at night, and see a face peeking at me. Whether a nice face or not, faces+windows+dark=SCARINESS!!!
And that, foks, is what I like to call Random Facts about farm princess. You're welcome.
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