25 Things About Me

I accidentally signed up for facebook the other day and have no idea how to work it. Apparently I was tagged on Facebook, but since I don't know how to post anything there, I will put it here.

The idea is to make a list of 25 things that other people may not know about you. Here goes:

1. I HATE, HATE, HATE calling people on the phone. I daresay it borders on a phobia. Makes me a dud as a Visiting Teacher.

2. I hate feet. In fact, I tried to make Burke wear clean socks to bed when we were first married. His answer: "Are you kidding?"

3. We have two drivers and three vehicles in my household. If I have my way, it will always be like that. (There are some "issues" behind that).

4. When I cook, somehow myself and every dish in my kitchen ends up dirty.

5. I was once a directory assistance operator.

6. I love ice cream.

7. My love language is quality time

8. I love to travel

9. I have a minor hearing loss. It's all my mom's fault (kidding, mom).

10. My least favorite chores: laundry, mopping, cooking.

11. I have lived in 8 different homes since I was married.

12. I have known my husband for 20 years.

13. I have a binder that contains 20+ pages of pre-clipped and filed coupons.

14. My favorite TV show is 24

15. I love to listen to talk radio. My kids know who Glenn Beck, Dr. Laura, and Dave Ramsey are.

16. I tried to change my name to Crystal in fourth grade.

17. I would love to take ballroom dance lessons someday.

18. I am shy

19. I cannot remember a name or a face to save my life.

20. I would like to become more politically active once my children are a little older, or Burke is out of the bishopric.

21. I am a procrastinator.

22. Someday I would like to visit Europe. On a cruise ship.

23. I secretly love it when my kids stop their chores to sneak in some reading.

24. I really admire my mother-in-law for her devotion and care of my father-in-law.

25. Once I get an idea in my head, I work through it, on it, or think about it, until it is resolved, figured out, or I have a meltdown. Perhaps that is called obsession? ;)

There you go. If you have read this, consider yourself tagged.