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Twenty Randoms:
1. I'm technically an only child but I have 4 siblings.
2. I really want to go to Cosmo school and be a hair/nail stylist
3. I am afraid of suffocating. Sometimes when I'm dozing off to sleep, I convince myself that I'm not breathing, completely panic, and wake myself up...over and over and I keep myself from sleeping.
4. I love that I inherited my mom's artsy-craftsy side. I love doing and I'm not too shabby at it either.
5. I hate being called dramatic. Just because dramatic things happen to me, does not make me a Drama Queen.
6. I have eaten iguana.
7. I was in Honors English in college - had no idea I was even really that good at English in HS, but now consider myself somewhat of a Grammar Nazi. Poor Grammar drives me batty.
8. I LOVE to sing karaoke. I'm a rock star.
9. I am super girly. I love shopping, spa/salon days, high heels, pink, glitter, big sunglasses...all. things. girly.
10. It embarrasses me that I have been married twice. I really dislike that about myself and it makes me feel trashy.
11. I get along better with men than I do women (despite my love of all things girly, girls are too mean)
12. I'm kind of a hot mess but I'm pretty good at hiding it [most days]
13. I'm an accountant but I'm really not that great with money. Go figure.
14. I love yoga. I'm getting pretty good at a few of the semi-advanced poses. If my wrists weren't so weak, I'd be a yoga rock star.
15. Being a mom is the greatest thing I have ever done in my life. I love my son more than anyone or anything in this world. I would do anything for him, sacrifice anything, just to make sure he's happy. I'm one of those mom's who 100% believes my child is perfect, the cutest kid alive, and could easily be super famous and super rich someday. [I don't, however believe my child can do no wrong - he's an ornery little stinker]
16. I am my own biggest critic. I am a very harsh critic but only of myself. For everyone else, I usually only see the good in people, somewhat to a fault.
17. I'm Irish [great grandmother was Irish] and I just found this out like a year ago. I'm extra upset about all the St. Patty's Day celebrating I did not do and the "Kiss My I'm Irish" t-shirts I do not own. This is a big deal to me people, I think its pretty awesome that I'm Irish.
18. I feel completely out of the loop all the time with my family (ie see above) both my mom and most definitely my dad's side [they are a MESS so I can't blame myself too much on that one], and really everything in my life. I don't know if its because I'm a total space cadet and don't pay attention, or I'm just not inquisitive enough, but I am in the dark on a lot and there's a ton of questions I have no clue the answer to. I want to make sure my kids always ask questions and are interested in who they are and what's going on around them.
19. I want to be bilingual  I always wanted to learn French but I think I'm going to learn Spanish instead since it will be so much more useful in my day to day life.
20. When I'm disappointed about something I usually don't have the heart to tell someone because I don't want to hurt their feelings.

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