I got tagged! My sister Erin, who blogs here, tagged me for Seven Random Things while I was on vacation. Sorry it took so long!
- I love potato chips and Diet Coke. Together. The potato chips must be Frito-Lay plain and the Diet Coke must not be flavored in any way. They changed Lays a little bit in the last couple of years (probably to make them HEALTHIER), and they’re not as good, almost to the point that I prefer the kettle-cooked chips, but not quite. Eating potato chips and drinking a Diet Coke feels like pure heavenly decadence to me.
- Since I was diagnosed with high blood pressure (what me? Stressed?) six years ago (at age 24), I have only allowed myself one caffeinated beverage a day. Even when I was pregnant and my blood pressure went down and my doctor said to simply “Keep it under a six pack a day,” I didn’t waver. Now I have no dependence on caffeine and can’t drink any past 3 p.m. or I won’t be able to sleep.
- I used to love Britney Spears. What turned me off? No, it wasn’t the rehab or the head-shaving or the baby-on-the-lap-while-driving. It was the fact that she held up an entire plane of people, demanding to be let off because there were no leather seats. I hate to be delayed when I’m traveling. It’s enough to make me swear off one of my favorite guilty-pleasure-pop-tarts.
- I’m genuinely shocked that I didn’t suffer from post-partum depression (and I know Hubby is too). I’ve just got the kind of personality that would seem prone to that sort of thing.
- The back of my hair is very wavy and everything that grows around my face is stick-straight. It annoys the crap out of me because I have to either blow it out every day or wear the front part pulled back in a barrette or rubber band like I did in the eighth grade.
- When my mother- and sister-in-law threw me a surprise baby shower, I knew about it in advance and toyed with their emotions. I’m not proud of that.
- I used to think it was horrible to pierce your kid’s ears as infants or toddlers, but I swear to God, if one more person calls her “little man” or “little dude” or “what a handsome boy” I’m going to do it.