*This is likely because I grew up with my dad who makes such dishes as squid spaghetti. Really. He does. (And it is good!)
*I am (mostly) a morning person. Though, when nursing an infant three or more times a night, I don't want to get up. Ever.
*Bed linens call to me. When I look through the Pottery Barn catalog I am always drawn to the pictures of new sheets and crisp duvets. Back when I had a job (oh, the glory days), I would buy totally new bedding every time we moved.
*When we ended up here, I had at least 5 sets of king-sized bedding. I sold most of them.
*Clutter bothers me.
*I've heard it explained that if you have a really orderly mind, that you don't mind clutter. But if you have a cluttery/jumbled mind, clutter annoys you. I have a jumbled mind. And I have a cluttered house. I might implode.
*When people say, "It isn't dirty, it is just cluttered," I don't believe them. Because how could it be clean underneath because you have to pick up the clutter for it to be clean?
*I do believe it can be uncluttered and dirty.
*I have a strange obsession with Nautical themed baby clothes.
The rest are Becca....
*I think I'm at my best when busy and scheduled. Not hectic, but doing a lot.
*Once I volunteered for the National Parks Service when we lived in Del Rio. I walked around with a park ranger who was collecting glass fragments as an archaeology study. I felt like I was just looking for trash. I only did it for one day.
*Fall used to be my favorite season. Then I had kids. Now summer is my favorite.
*If I could be anywhere right now, I think I'd go here. This is the view from a room where we stayed in Maui. Ahhhhh.
*I used to iron (some of) my clothes before class in college. I would get out the ironing board and iron before my 8 o'clock class? What was I thinking? I don't even own anything that requires ironing anymore.
*Further proving my questionable fashion choices.... I also thought this was an acceptable outfit for a date in college. I wonder if I ironed it?
*My first job out of college was as a winery tour guide in Del Rio, Texas. I gave tours and poured wine-tasting samples. Until then, I only liked white zinfandel. Since then I haven't even tasted white zin. I would rather eat my own hair.
*The winery owner told me I could have wine with my lunch. I never did. I totally should have.