Five Random Things about MeMe

I was tagged a while back by left of lost in a blog post to tell five things about myself.  I’ve been thinking about this off and on for quite some time and have thought of some good things, but I should have written them down else I forget now!  I will try my best:

 

1. I have a hard time committing to something.  Now before you go off the wagon don’t get too excited.  I can commit to my husband, my kids, and my job.  I’m talking about things like exercising, or keeping up a habit.  I’ve had gym memberships before where I have great intentions and go almost every day just to stop going in a week and half to two weeks later.  I go on these eating healthy kicks where I do super for about… a week and a half and then I’m “off the wagon”.  I don’t really have any hobbies per say either.  I’ve gotten into scrapbooking but that gets putsy so I haven’t done it in FOR ever.  Oh, I’ve signed up to do Mary Kay “twice” and Lia Sophia and have stopped after only a month of all those.  Hubby says I have ADHD, and my attention span is that of an ant.  I get bored easily and I’m rarely amused by a lot.
2. I had post partum depression with BOTH of my girls.  The first one was born in the spring and I was able to cover it up easier by going out for walks and that helped to feel better.  I eventually got out of that funk, and then had baby #2 in the winter.  We were inside the house the whole time and I never even thought to let her sleep in her crib to give myself free time during the day (duh!).  The first one lived in her crib, I swear.  Sleeper sleeper!  I knew I had to tell somebody I was having these weird problems when a.) I called the grocery store to see when the opened because I didn’t want to go when other people where there, and b.) I sad in our mini van (thank God no longer in the mini van club) at a stop & go light by Target and literally felt like I was about to bust!  Just go point blank crazy.  Turn into a luney.  Oh, and c.) I kept the house tip-top. Which is normal for me, I like things clean and neat, but I was fixated on making sure everything was in it’s place AT ALL TIMES, right down to the knobs on the stove, making sure they all matched and were lined up accordingly.  OCD?  I don’t know if you can call it Post partum any longer, but I still have the highs and lows which is probably just “normal me” in life.  Zoloft is a friend J 
3. It’s not that I’m afraid of the heights as it is I’m afraid of falling.  Which some of us think comes down to actually being afraid of not having the control!  See, I will go repelling off a cliff, been there done that.  No problem.  Jump out of an airplane, sure why not?  Climb a ladder?  Um no.  My palms are sweaty just thinking about it.  Sit on somebody’s shoulders?  Hell no!  Sitting in the top level of a stadium, freaky!!  Walk up a steep mountain?  Sure!  So is it that I don’t trust “man made” structures, or I have this fear of loosing control and can picture myself falling?  Which also reminds me, the older I get the more I hate being a passenger in a car vs. the driver.  I just feel at the mercy of the driver and so “out of control” from what could happen.  I feel so much safer (and think I’m a great driver) when I’m driving.
4. I hate when people say I look so young.  I’ve always looked years behind my real age and I’m still young, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want to look like a teenager.  Really people.  I want to be considered the grown up mature, married mother, that I am!  They say I’ll appreciate it when I’m older, but for me I enjoy aging.  I feel much wiser and get more respect in the world.  It’s true, you get treated different by how you look and what you wear.  Fact!
5. Lastly, Hmm…   I work in sales, but sales is not something I really want to do in my life nor something I ever saw myself doing.  In fact I loathe it, but I’m good at it, that or it just happens to work out for me.  Either way.  Which sucks because sales brings in decent money!  So I almost feel like I’m doing a job and “pretending” to be somebody I’m just not.  Or am I?  Ugh, either way, deep down I’m not happy doing it.  I don’t want to do it, but sadly the money makes hubby think I should bite my tongue and suffer through it.

 

Now I think you’re suppose to take what I’ve done here and create a MeMe of your own!  I’m not a super blogger so not sure how to tag people and link back and all that good stuff.  So let me know if you’ve done it and I’ll check it out!