As If You Don't Already Know Too Much

A while ago Sketchy, my personal comment mentor and humorist, tagged me for a 7 things about me kind of thing. I don't think it was too long before that I had done 200ish things about me, and well, even I'm not that narcissistic. Even though I do love myself and this is my blog. :)

So, now I'm going to do it. I've been thinking long and hard for something new to share.

1. I am not a neat freak, by any stretch of the imagination. But there are certain things that I absolutely have to have in order and organized. Paperwork/bills, where the kids toys go (when they aren't strewn across the house), and the kids drawers, to name a few. Even J's drawers, actually. In fact, the only dresser drawers in this house that don't have any semblance of order, are mine. Hmmm...

2. I am prone to exaggeration like most people when I say things like, "Ohhhh, I was up all night with the baby." I may very well have been up 3-4 hours, but that's not technically "all" night. Or I can say, "Oh my gosh, you've asked me that like 52 times already!" and it will really have only been 3-4. However---and here's the random thing: When people say it to me, I totally believe it, without any regard that they may be exaggerating, just as I do. For example, at work the other day I went to a girl's desk and said, "The doctor for room 8 is ________" and she said, "Oh my gosh! You are the SIXTH person to tell me that!" And I walked away, trying to think of who the 5 people before me were that told her. I was seriously trying to recall why anyone besides me and the actual nurse assigned to the room would know or care to tell her. But I didn't once consider she might be exaggerating.

3. I value sincerity pretty much more than any other attribute in a person. I would rather a person ignore me, give me the bird, tell me they think I'm pond scum, then ever ever ever be insincere with me. I can spot it a mile away and I loathe it. As a result, I cannot force myself to be insincere, I have tried and if I'm speaking, the words literally get caught in my throat and won't come out. So, if you are ever talking to me and I suddenly go silent, it's because I think you are being insincere and I can't talk. Or I'm choking on my tongue. And in that case, please help me.

4. There are some people's voices that sort of lull me into daydreaming. I don't know if I can describe it, but there are a few people I've met or know, who when they start talking, I'm almost immediately distracted. It's not a lack of interest in them, or even what they are talking about, but I swear it's their voice. In general, most conversations are a competition with the ones I have going in my head, and there are just some people who can't be heard over my head. Yeah, I think I made that clear.

I'm sorry, what were you saying?

5. I am a sucker for a sad story, but that doesn't mean I believe it. Sometimes people will start to tell me a sob story and I will feel very sorry and then I'll get the distinct impression that I'm not getting the truth or the whole story, and I'll continue to feel very sorry. But I won't believe it. I'll mostly feel sorry that the person feels they have to lie.

6. I love name meanings. I did not pick Avee's name. I liked it okay, but really didn't want to name my child "Avee". J was dead set on it and since I didn't hate the name, I couldn't rightfully veto it. But everywhere I looked, her name meaning was "ruler of elves" and I just couldn't willfully give my beautiful daughter such a lame meaning. When she was 4 weeks old, I found a little framed art piece that said her name meant "Noble" and read "she succeeds in establishing her considerable importance---her priceless smile rewards her attentive subjects---her pursuit of excellence will court favor in high places---she will maintain stately presence and poise".

I hoped that this would be fitting. I had no idea that they had tapped into my 4 week old baby's brain and written an EXACT description of her. I could probably link to about 50 posts that are evidence of each of these statements. One summer, when she was a teeny tiny 15 month old, she tried to push my 14 year old niece off the pew at church. She just decided she didn't want another pretty girl there, and went to work pushing her off. We laughed about tiny little Avee being such a bossy thing and then Erica leaned over and said, "I guess that's what Ruler of the Elves means---she's a tiny little Elf who thinks she rules everyone". Suddenly, I liked BOTH name meanings.

7. I'm kind of lazy.