1. I thought it was Friday.

2. My left ear hurts, my sinuses hurts and my freaking left eye won’t stop watering.

3. I went to bed at 9 last night and woke up at 6:45 this morning. I am still tireeeeeeddddd.

4. My great aunt died yesterday. (Not the one I told you all about last month, but her younger sister.) She was very old, had Alzheimer’s and hadn’t been doing well in a long time. Still, it’s just sucky. Now her sister, is the last one standing.

5. I have really bad writer’s block. It makes me a bit panicky. I normally have too much to say and this week? Nothing.

So, how are you all?

I read the most amazing post yesterday by Redneck Mommy. Here go read it first. It’s maybe not a post that everyone will say changes you in some way. But it was great in a different way. I’m not sure I can explain what I’m trying to say. Shocking, I know. Ahem. I know I love it though.

We all share things every day.  Different people share different things. For instance: Tanis, will tell the world anything. One of the many reasons I adore her. Stacey, talks about her crazy day, but does it in such a way, that you feel like you are having coffee with her. A coffee date that you don’t ever want to end. Jenna is sweet and honest and tells it exactly like it is. It’s one of the things that makes her such an amazing friend. That ability to cut out the bullshit and get to the dam point, to be real. She will be sweet and caring when I need it and will kick my dam ass from here to next week when I need it. (In fact, I have two people who do that for me. Aren’t I lucky? Don’t answer that. Ha.) Marinka is possibly one of the funniest writers on the Internet. I keep waiting for someone to offer her a huge movie or book deal. (At which point, I will remind the world that I met her once.) Each of these women are so different, yet so awesome. Each writes in a completely different way, about completely different things, but they’re some of my favorite people to read.

Me? I write from my heart. Not everyone can. Not everyone should. Heck, some would say, I shouldn’t. But I do it anyway. It’s the only way, I know to write. It helps me. It’s why I keep doing it, even when I want to curl up an disappear. Because I know it helps me.  Because I love it.

Where was I going with this? No clue. Oh wait, Tanis’s post from the other day. Yes, I remember now. She wrote a post for her kids. Her teens. To show them, to tell them that it’s okay to be who you are. Then she listed some of her very awesome quirks. Things that make her, her. To show them that it’s okay to celebrate your differences. Our differences are make us who we are, after all.

I’m nothing if not a great idea thief, so I thought I’d try to do the same thing. You all know a lot about me. You know the big things that make me hurt, the big things I love, the people I love. But the smaller things? The things that make me, me? Some of those you may not know. I am in a sharing mood. Hey, it’s kind of like a sleepover. You get to see the weirdness that is me. But? I get to sleep in my own bed and my bra won’t end up in the freezer. Score!

I have the weirdest collection of music. For instance, the last ten songs that played on shuffle on my iTunes? Put your record on, Corrine Bailey Ray; Sitting on the dock of the bay, Otis Redding; Kiss me, Shelly Fairchild; I got love if you want it, Slim Harpo; Home, Blake Shelton; Once in a lifetime, Billy Vera and the Beaters; Sober, Pink; Have a little faith, Michael Franti; Your song, Elton John, Rocksteady, Marc Broussard. I adore music. I have music on all day long. I can’t stand screaming music and I can’t handle much rap. Anything else? I’m game. I’m also completely obsessive about songs.  I can listen to the same song over and over for days if I’m in that mood. I make a new play-list a month with my current favorite songs; some new, some old, whatever is floating my boat at the time. I am the girl who Googles lyrics to a song I hear in a movie theater and then downloads it the second I find it.

I adore country music. There, I said it. LOVE. The end.

The only TV show that I’ve ever loved enough to stay home to watch is, Charmed. I own all eight seasons on DVD. Cheesy? Completely. But I adore it. I follow almost no celebrities on Twitter, because I truly could care less, but I follow both Alyssa Milano and Rose McGowan. I probably would have stayed home to watch Alias each week, but I didn’t start watching it until season 4. I own all five seasons of that as well. I also love crime dramas, medical dramas and cooking challenge shows.

I hate peas, eggplant and mushrooms. But I adore the taste of mushrooms in things. Just not the pieces of it. I hated tomatoes until I was 26 years old and then suddenly realized I adored them.

I buy expensive silk flowers and put them in vases around my house. I am allergic to most real flowers.

I am a Mac girl all the way. I have a Mac desktop and laptop and I’ve had iPods for years and years. Come July, I will have an iPhone as well.

I love chick flicks. The sillier, the better. I also love action flicks. And super hero movies. And kid movies. I won’t watch drama movies hardly ever, because hi, I need no more drama in my life. I won’t watch horror flicks, because even the commercials give me nightmares.

I am blind as a bat. I’ll never wear contacts. I actually love wearing glasses. I think it adds character.

I’m a big girl. It’s genetic. I was an average kid. But once I hit puberty, I put on weight. I cared a lot as a teen, but no amount of diet or exercise did a thing for me. The person  who cared most was my step-mother. She was horrible about it. Still is. God forbid, everyone shouldn’t be skinny. I? Am happy with the way I look. I don’t diet. I am very healthy. I just wish doctors would act so shocked about that every time they see me.

I really truly don’t think celebrities are fascinating at all. Maybe because I grew up around a ton of them. However? I do care what they name their babies.

Naming is a sickness for me. I have a ton of name lists. I rename people’s kids in my head, when I don’t think the name fits them. If I could figure out how to market this skill, how to help people make a good decision, I’d do it.

I love Christmas movies.

I hate musicals. Except Mary Poppins and Fame for some strange reason.

I adore watching gymnastics. I wanted to be a gymnast when I was a kid.

I have absolutely no athletic ability whatsoever. In fact, I am completely clumsy.

I won’t discuss politics or religion.

I once told my daughters that I’d support them in almost anything, except cheerleading. If they choose to be cheerleaders, they could possibly end up disowned.

I hate shoes. I hate having my feet confined. I hate socks. I’d wear flip-flops year round if I could.  This is what happens when you grow up in southern California.

I played the piano from five until thirteen years old. I quit because I couldn’t get out of a big performance in front of a large group of people. One of the biggest regrets in my life is quitting. Because I adored it.

I tried to fail 7th grade on purpose. I wanted my parents to notice I was having a hard time. It was my way of rebelling. Dang teachers wouldn’t fail me though. Gave me D’s, all of them.

I’m scared of heights. I am the woman who held her kids back by their shirts, 35 feet away from the railing at the Grand Canyon. It’s the only time ever, that I wished for kid leashes. I don’t like mountain driving. Weirdly, I adore roller coasters and don’t really mind flying. Unless its bumpy then I’m convinced I’m gonna die.

I don’t know to this day how I got on that stage at BlogHer last year and read my post. Part of me still believes it was a dream.

I am a professional worrier and apologizer.

I am completely neurotic about my kitchen being clean. But the rest of the house can be trashed and I can easily ignore it.

I haven’t had a drink since Christmas, when I realized I was drinking way too much and thinking about drinking all the time and yep, I may not drink for a long time.

There you have it. Me. The real me.