This Time I Know It Was Me...

The title of my post refers to the fact that whenever I'm reading a tag on a blog that I stalk, and they have "Ashley" listed as the people they tag, I never know whether or not that "Ashley" pertains to me. I usually look at the blogroll and realize the tagger has 5 other Ashley's as friends, so I err on the side of caution and don't do the tag. [Just FYI taggers].

Here we go:

My good friend Sam tagged me [I can say this in confidence, because look how many Ashley's she tagged. I'm bound to be one of them.]

[Rules]

1. The people who are tagged need to post these rules, and 8 random habits/facts/quirks about themselves

2. At the end of the post you need to choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names

[Fact #1] My husband was married and had a kid before we ever met [he was a teen with a pregnant girlfriend--oh how taboo]. Some would shy away from someone with such a "history," but I can say with confidence that I would have never married [and probably never dated] him had it been any other way. In fact, I find his past to be one of the most attractive things about him because he learned from it. It has shaped him into a wonderful [in fact, the best] husband, father, and friend, and gave him such unique and complex perspectives on relationships and how to successfully maintain them. Our marriage is successful on so many levels primarily because of his wisdom, patience, and understanding.

[Fact #2] I have a tattoo. In fact I have a tramp stamp [lower back tattoo]. Some may find it trashy, but I love it because it means something to me. I got my tattoo while surrounded by two of my favorite people [there's many of you out there]. My husband [then just a boyfriend] and my mom [who was supposed to get one the same day, then didn't. wuss.] The design was primarily Jeff's idea, and each element of it [the snowflake and embellishments] have a deeper meaning to me. While I sometimes wish things were a little different with it, I wouldn't [and can't. ha!] change anything about it.



[Fact #3] I graduated Summa Cum Laude from a private college, and in fact, I had a 4.0 GPA. Some would be proud, I'm actually pretty shy about admitting it.

[Fact #4] I cannot handle scary/violent/suspenseful movies/tv. My threshold for such movies is very low. Why do I say this? It's embarrassing to admit that the first time I realized I had such a problem with these movies was while watching "Ernest Scared Stupid." I was young, but not that young. The only movies I really like to see are comedies and chick flicks [yes, that means some of my favorites include Save the Last Dance, Bring it On, the Notebook, and Step Up. I know. Jeff ridicules me all the time]. I believe very strongly in evil influences, and I feel that I am particularly sensitive to them. There are just some things in the world out there that I know exist [evil, torture, violence, suffering, and fear] but that doesn't mean I want to surround myself with them. There are also many horrible things out there that I don't know about, nor do I want to. That's why I try to limit my exposure. Hence my movie choices.

[Fact #5] I stopped breathing for an extended period of time when I was 18 months old [That's right, y'all almost lost me. Don't be sad. I'm still here.]. My parents noticed me turning blue, and called 911. The operators made sure my parents held my tongue so that I didn't swallow it. Luckily I had resumed lung operation [a.k.a. breathing] before the ambulance actually arrived, but I'm sure it was scary none-the-less. Apparently I had some sort of "seizure" as a result of a very high fever. It's never happened again.

[Fact #6] I am very self-conscious about my [fat] nose. Very. I feel like I look like one of these [you are laughing now because you realize it's true]. Especially in pictures [Exhibit A: the middle picture in my banner]. In fact, I rarely let people see pictures of me because 99.9% of them are taken at a "bad angle" which cause things to look even worse. I've thought about plastic surgery [what I want to have done would be relatively simple and minor], however I worry about what would happen if I liked the results even less than what I have now. I remember in middle school coming up with the idea to wear one of those swimming nose clips-plugger-thinga-majigs while I slept to see if it would help "reshape" my nose over time. It didn't.

[Fact #7] I have a problem with food. I'm obsessed with it. If there is food in front of me, I will eat it. It doesn't matter if it doesn't even taste good. Food on the table = food in my belly. I know a lot of people say this about food, but I mean it. It really is a problem. I've really struggled on my diet because of it, but so far I've done relatively well.

[Fact #8] I constantly have to be doing something. "Multi-tasking" barely scratches the surface of what I can do. Jeff thinks it's weird that my definition of relaxing is a] scratching items off my to-do list, b] organizing, and c]creating "things". His definition? a] sleep, b] playing x-box/watching tv, c] sleep.

[People I Tag]:

Amber [That's 3 tags from just the blogs I read. No Pressure.]
Kristina [As if you haven't been tagged with this one before. I know you hate them, just thought I'd throw it out there]
TJ [I'm new(er) to your blog. If you've done this before, sorry. Wouldn't mind getting to know you better though]
Brittany [Same rules apply as TJ]
Michelle [Love your blog, wouldn't mind getting to know more about you!]
Laura [sorry]
*Mary* [Because I know her answers would be hi-lar-i-ous]

and....any of my readers who don't have a blog [mostly family & friends of family], but would still like to play along [just leave your answers under comments and choose name/url when you're ready to submit. Ouila!]