10 Honest Things About Myself

I was tagged by my beautiful niece, Amy. As I sit down to write 10 honest things about myself, I am overwhelmed by the possibilities. Let's see where unplanned typing gets me.

1. I am WAY too easily obsessed with things. Frivilous, fictitious things. Example: Twilight, LOST, Alias, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter. Once I latch on, it's a beast to get me off. I have the books, the DVD's, the inside secrets, the pictures, the collectables. I read and write fanfiction. I can quote you line for line who said what to whom and when and what page it was on and who was where when they said it and why they said it and what they were wearing when they said it. I know I'm just plain MESSED UP!

2. I am terrified to the point of paralysis of snakes. I can't see one up close, on TV, in a book or anything. I even have a hard time with Sir Hiss from Robin Hood. (One of my most favorite Disney films ever!) It is really amazing that somehow I am in to Harry Potter. I skim the pages, or I close my eyes during the movies. Even the toys which are obviuosly fake ,dare I say it stuffed PLUSH snakes. Kevin sent me into a panic attack- literally in IKEA forever ago. He threw a stuffed snake at me and I lost it. He will never do that again.

3. I love snuggling with Thomas. When he's tired or not feeling well and he comes up to me and says, "Up. Snuggle. Momma." I can't resist. Although his "snuggle" sounds a lot like "taco". I hold him to my chest and let him lay on me. I smell his hair and rub my hand down his back. I love to feel him sigh and let go of all his little worries.

4. I LOVE to see my husband in his Police uniform. His Motor uniform to be exact. There's just something about those tight pants and high riding boots...ahem.

5. I am ridiculously afraid of the unknown. Meaning: If I haven't done something before, there is a fat chance you'll convince me to do it. I know- how limiting. Never been on a roller coaster- never want to. Not only things, but places. I don't go places if I haven't been there before and or if I don't have DANG good directions on how to get there. Better yet- YOU DRIVE ME. My hubby got so sick of it, he bought me a GPS system for the car for my birthday two years ago.

6. I love Chocolate. To the point of addiction. I love Chocolate.

7. I will do everything I can to keep from being embarrassed. Though, it usually ends up backfiring, and I get embarrassed anyway. Cue the blush! Bella Swan and I are blushing buddies. :)

8. I care about what others think about me. My husband could care less what people think about him. He says, "I am who I am, and if people don't like me, that's their problem." Then there's me. "Please like me. PLEASE like me. Please like me?"

9. I cry at Hallmark commercials. You know the ones they played 7 years ago where the old woman is waiting and waiting for any piece of mail but none comes, and she's all alone thinking that no one remembers her. Then she gets a card in the mail from a little boy across the street and it makes her day and you see the little boy all happy because he made an old lady smile. Yeah-that one makes me cry.

10. I absolutlely love old movie musicals. Some of my favorites and favorite songs from them: Easter Parade: It only Happens When I Dance with You; Calamity Jane: I Could Do Without You; 7 Brides for 7 Brothers: Lonesome Pole Cat; Singing in the Rain: Good Mornin'. They're just magical. Highly reccommend. Anybody want to watch one with me?

I tag Adrianne, Morgan, Alexis, Janci & Heidi N. (something to think about while on bedrest.)

Both ends of the spectrum...

Valentines Day was an eventful one for me this year. Mom & Dad were gracious enough to let Thomas sleep over that night so Kevin could go to his overnight job while I attended the Vienna Ball. It was wonderful. I got to dress up in an evening gown, and Martin went in his tails. We had six other people from the studio come and attend with us. It was a charity function that featured the Salt Lake Symphony. We had Viennese cuisine and danced all night to authentic Viennese Waltzes. It was magical- except for the percussionist who wasn't quite on the beat which made for some interesting dance moves while trying to keep up with him. :) My client and date for the evening, Glade, brought flowers to all the ladies who were at our table. AWWW. Martin brought us M&M's. AWWW. I got a blister. AWWW- wait I mean OWWWW! Yes, the night you will be dancing from 8 until midnight is not the night you should break in new dance shoes BTW.

We danced and danced all night. It was a blast. I really felt like Cinderella all gussied up and floating across the ball room. It was just great.

The evening came to a close and we all went our separate ways. I had carpooled with Martin and Tony so I wouldn't have the chance to get lost. On the way back to thier house, Martin asks, "You up for a cha-cha?" Huh? Haven't we been dancing all night long? Aren't his feet as tired as mine? Didn't he get any blisters? Where on Earth are we going to cha-cha at 12:30 AM? "Maybe. What do you have in mind?" "There's this fun new club I want to show the two of you." "Okay sure-Why not?" So we drive around until we see this little club with lights pulsing from the inside. The sign out front said JAM. Hmmm. Sounds like a good name for a dance club. I laugh at our attire. Tony in a traditional tux, (black velvet jacket no less.) Martin in his dark navy blue Tails, and me in a black lacy beaded evening gown. I'm thinking of the spectacle we will make when the three of us walk through the doors. 5 feet from the entrance Martin says, "Your husband will freak out when he hears I took you to a gay bar." HUH?!?! Did I hear him right? Did this man say GAY and BAR in the same sentence as we are 5 feet from the door of a CLUB? All I could do was laugh. And I thought we were the ones who would stick out like sore thumbs because of our attire... uh... yeah.... I think I should have named this post 2 Gays and a Straight Girl.

There were only a few girls there, mostly guys. They were all dressed up to pick up a honey for Valentines day. It was actually a nice club. There was a dancing area and a sitting area with a TV. Playing basketball no less. It's a beer only club- no smoking. The music was really good clubbing music. We dropped off our coats and no one even noticed what we were wearing. I took off my shoes and we headed for the dance floor. Martin in his shirtsleeves and suspenders and me in the evening gown sans shoes went for it. We busted out a cha-cha in the middle of a gay bar. We drew a crowd who started whooping and cheering. I think the cheers were for Martin. Unless they were all jealous of my dress and wanted it. :) Cha-cha turned into Hustle and we had a blast. We ended the dance and I went to grab Tony. He didn't know how to "ballroom dance" so I just told him to groove. I had to laugh as I was surrounded by homosexuals. I never in a million years would have dreamt that I'd be spending Valentines Night in the midst of 20 gay men. As we were leaving, Tony excorted me out by the arm. Martin dragged behind. We said goodnight to the Bouncer and walked to the car. Martin comes running up behind me, "Here's a Valentine's Day present for your husband." He hands me a little plastic bag tied with a bow. I almost couldn't look. The contents were enough "supplies" to keep a small army in "business" for a week. I won't bore you with the gory details...

I bet Cinderella didn't have as many surprises even with a Fairy Godmother. I did just as well with a couple of Fairies. HA!

Vienna Ball to Gay Bar. Hmmm. Both ends of the spectrum indeed.

To see more pictures from the Vienna Ball, Go to http://www.ballroomutah.com/ and click on the link.