Fact: The Patriots lost their game on Sunday and the freaking Baltimore Ravens are going to the Superbowl instead. I could easily punch somebody wearing a Ravens jersey or any apparel donning the dreadful Maryland flag.
Fact: The Inauguration, from what I hear, was more of a concert and a place to spot celebrities than an actual address to the American people. Oh, and it cost roughly $100 million. That includes the swearing in ceremony, inaugural weekend events and the balls and parties. I didn’t watch a second of the coverage. But I did read via Twitter that a little African American girl told CNN her daddy flew her in to the inauguration on a private jet. I decided to go on a run and watch Parks and Recreation instead.
Fact: My fellow wine-o, Whitney, is hosting a link-up today where you list facts about yourself people wouldn’t necessarily know. Since I don’t really have the spirit to come up with anything else, due to the above two facts, Elephant Ears is linking up.
Here we go!
Fact: I FREAK out whenever any company or organization asks for a background check.
I have no idea why. I have never done anything illegal, been arrested or anything for that matter, but I still FREAK out. What if somebody put something on my permanent record to sabatoge me!? Really, it’s ridiculous, but I still freak out. Background checks are just sketchy.
Fact: I will more than likely judge you if I know you dye your hair and aren’t turning grey.
{{Or you just look honestly TERRIBLE with your natural hair color.}} I just don’t understand why you would pay all that money to be a different hair color. And the upkeep… jeez! Does it ever get tiring have to fork over one of my student loan payments every 3 weeks to get your roots all did? I will just never understand. Thank God I am happy with my hair.
Fact: I like my dog more than 99.9% of the human population.
Let’s just say if I had to choose between you or my dog… the outcome would probably hurt your feelings. So please don’t ask.
Fact: I don’t like pizza.
There are times where I am hit with a craving, but I would much rather Digorno than Dominos. I’d probably be okay if we were going to a nice restaurant with fancy pizza, but the stuff that comes in a box… no.
Fact: I race people on the treadmill beside me in the gym.
I am that person. I just can’t lose. It’s best when you and the other person kind of lock sideways eyes and turn up the speed on your machine at the same time. Sure I end up feeling like I am going to die and my heart is going to explode, but the other persons heart is going to explode first. If they don’t mutually want to race, I just run with my setting a little faster and make sure I pass the mile marker they ended on when they got off their machine. I know I’m not the only one.
Fact: I can french braid my own hair.
It’s something I taught myself how to do when I realized I was wearing my hair in a pony tail 100% of the time in college. Gotta switch it up not and then. AND people don’t know you didn’t brush your hair if it’s in a braid. (unless you slept in your braid and then went to CVS with the same braid. But I don’t ever do that.)
Fact: I do not and will never again drink beer.
I just can’t do it. You can call me a sissy all you want, but after my horrid experience in college… it’s never happening again. Ever. I will stick to wine and those delicious girly vodka crans.
Fact: I judge men with small dogs.
How can you honestly desire a Yorkie and you’re 6’2? In DC there was the most attractive man I ever did see, but he was walking a Chihuahua. Not cute. Go away. You have mommy issues.
Fact: I am a nail biter.
I have tried to quit lots of times, honest. I am currently on a “I’m never going to bite my nails again” kick. We will see how long this lasts. I understand that it looks ugly, and there are all kinds of germs. blah blah blah. I can’t stop even when I try.
Fact: I chose to go to NC State because they had a football team and UNC Wilmington did not.
Yes, that is right folks… I chose football over the beach. Side Fact: I like football more than a lot of men I know. It’s probably right under Sadie in things I love the most.
Fact: I cut the middle piece right out of a fresh batch of brownies or cake or pretty much anything.
Muahahaha.
Well that is enough about me. Sadie and I are off on our daily run. Hopefully nobody will be running in front of me, because that just means I will have to run faster to pass them.
Haha – I pay to be blonde (ish), but my hair is kind of a medium brown so I can get away with going a good 4-5 months between trips to the salon. Honestly, I’d probably prefer to have either natural hair or darker hair, but my hair is so thin that I prefer it lighter so you can’t see my thin, balding patch in the back. So basically I do blonde for medical reasons.
I thought I was the only one in the world who didn’t like pizza. And I refuse to pay for it at restaurants, too – a hunk of bread with tomato sauce and a few ounces of toppings? For $25-30? Forget that shiz.
I don’t understand small dog syndrome either. I’m not a man and *I* would never want a small dog. What’s the point?
I can understand where you are coming from. But I just don’t understand the desire to drop hundreds of dollars every month to get some highlights just because you wanna or high school girls having their parents pay for it. haha It is a mystery of vanity I will never understand.
I am not a big football fan but my best friend is a huge Patriots fan and watching that game with her was just awful. Annnnnnd the things I could say about the inauguration, but I won’t
come french braid my hurrr!
I saw your linkup! I LOVE your blog!!! I feel the SAME way about men with small dogs!! HAHAHAHA!
i love you girl! i freak out over background checks too! for no reason, but just because they freak me out! and you’re the person in the gym who scares me. I always feel like people are judging me when I’m on the treadmill!
haha girl I am not judging people at the gym unless they look perfect and did their hair before they came in! I am just crazy competitive and feeling like I beat somebody makes me feel better. Trust me, I am not gym nazi. I am too scared to go over to the weights section bc it is the “guys side” and they judge me!