Ok, Mari, since you proposed the idea....here it is!
1) When I was a kid, I loved horses. Ok, I still do. But as a kid, it was somewhat of an obsession. For Christmas one year, I begged my parents to get me a horse as a gift. I had this great idea that i'd put him in our backyard with the apple trees. I honestly thought FOR SURE that my parents would get him for me, so on Christmas day, I opened presents and then ran outside to the backyard. Somehow in my childish mind, I thought that a gate, barn and horse would appear even though they weren't there the day before (kids don't seem to get the process of time...but maybe this is a good thing!). I even put on the whole "Home Alone" act, if you know what i'm talking about. Running into the living room, hoping to see his parents - I was running outside hoping to see a horse knawing on apples. Well, it didn't happen. I cried. Isn't this lame?! My poor parents.....
2) In all honesty, I'm just a big dork! Let me tell you why. I got asked out for my first date as a freshman. He was a Junior. I felt pretty special! (Sure.) Anyway, he didn't have a car - He was cool - so my mom took me to go pick him up. Our date was the high school basketball game. AWESOME. I swore I remembered which house was his because I had played with his younger sister in elementary school as a kid. But, apparently I had completely forgotten. Also, this was back in the days of horses and buggies when kids didn't actually have cell phones in the 2nd grade, let alone the 9th grade. Fortunately, I knew for sure what street he lived on, I just couldn't nail down the house. My mom was furious. It was pouring down rain. Can you see where this is going?? Ok, so my mom, ever so friendly-like, told me to get out of the car and start knocking. Off I went, running through puddles and dodging what seemed like golf-sized rain drops and knocked on my first door. A woman answered....in her bath robe. Ugh. Definitely not him. Second door, a woman answered with her screaming kids in the background. I heard a quick, "Cameron WHO?? I can't hear you, sorry." SLAM - door shuts. Third door, a older, much friendlier woman answered the door. I asked if she knew where Cameron lived and she said, "Well, I always see a really handsome, strong young man washing his red truck out in front of that house (for the record, the truck was his dad's.) It was just a bit creepy coming from a really old woman, but hey, the older women get, the cuter those younger ones become....JUST KIDDING, HONEY!!! Ok, so I walk over to the house she pointed at and there I was, soaked, make-up running down my face, hair a mess, MY MOM SITTING IN HER CAR and I see Cameron in the window. He opens the door and says, "Are you lost??" What a jerk - He was watching me the entire time. We never dated again. No, i'm not bitter anymore.
3) I have a very keen sense of smell. And really, I mean ODDLY keen. I can smell things that no other normal person could. It gets so bad that I usually become nauseous very easily. I can smell chemicals in furniture, my husband's farts 10 minutes later (I debated saying that), and it gets so bad that my nose will burn if something with the slightest, strangest smell is around long enough. It's actually quite annoying. As far as my husband's farts go, that comment will totally gross out single people. If you're married, and a woman, you know EXACTLY what i'm talking about.
when I was a kid, we had a Ford Taurus wagon. You know, the one with the backseat that was backwards?? Oh yeah, we were cool. Well, almost every time we drove somewhere in that car, I would get car sick. Even after 15, 20 minutes sometimes. I used to say to my mom, "Mom, it smells funny in here!" After we got rid of that car, I stopped barfing on short AND long trips. Maybe it was because I wasn't riding backwards anymore???
4) I'm the queen of drinking half a beer...OR half a glass of wine (isn't wine already only a half glass??) But yes, it's true. And it drives Aaron batty. But, for his sake, that usually means he gets 2 and a half beers instead of 2. Aren't I thoughtful?? No, just a light-weight.
5) I'm a clean freak. So clean to the point that this is probably the number one thing Aaron and I fight about. And though he could be better about cleaning up after himself, the problem is mostly with me. I get so tired of clutter, i'll just throw things away without even bothering to look at what it actually is. I just know i'll feel better when the room is tighty and clean. Wow, can I ever grow out of this?? I'm only 24, sure I can...RIGHT?!?
6) Aaron and I knew each other as kids. He was so cute. He always wore sweat pants...never jeans. I had a mullet. We were made for each other. When his family moved to Alaska around the time I was 10, my sister and I had a very memorable conversation. I said, "Maaannnn!!! Now Aaron Meredith can never be my boyfriend." Never say never, because now he's my HUSBAND!! And he's even cuter than he was back then. Sometimes we still say, "Wow, would you have ever thought??" "No", he'd say; and "Well, i'd hoped...but, no", i'd say. If you ask me, I think he always prayed before bed, "Lord, please let me marry that sexy mullet girl, Jenny Gordon. My life would be complete."
And hopefully someday we'll have mullet children wearing sweat pants. Or, maybe just children and not the mullets or sweat pants. I like that better :)
Now I tag Melissa and my sister, Beccy!