The Rules
1) Post these rules.
2) Post 11 random things about yourself.
3) Answer the questions set for you in the post of those who tagged you.
4) Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
5) Go to their blog (or email them or tweet them) and tell the people you tagged that you’ve tagged them.
6) No stuff in the tagging section about “you are tagged if you are reading this.” You legitimately have to tag 11 people.
2) Post 11 random things about yourself.
3) Answer the questions set for you in the post of those who tagged you.
4) Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
5) Go to their blog (or email them or tweet them) and tell the people you tagged that you’ve tagged them.
6) No stuff in the tagging section about “you are tagged if you are reading this.” You legitimately have to tag 11 people.
Today is Part 1 in a two part series. I will answer the questions selected by Andi in Part 2 next week as well as post my questions for my blogging buddies.
11 Random Things About Me
1) If I listened to the movie "He's Just Not That Into You", I would not be married to Andrew.
Andrew was a groomsman and I was a bridesmaid in my friend's wedding. We exchanged 4 sentences and then he and the other groomsmen ran off to watch a manly movie that probably involved fart jokes and hot chicks while I snuck into the bar area to catch the World Series score. Fast forward approximately one year later. My friends were living with Andrew and I went to visit. Oh yes, I totally shacked up in Andrew's house pre-marriage. The whole visit he didn't even try to make a move. I would like to think I was irresistible, but alas, I was/am not. Sigh. I asked for his number. I asked for his email. I ignored all his signals, or lack thereof and pursued this little stud muffin.
Andrew was a groomsman and I was a bridesmaid in my friend's wedding. We exchanged 4 sentences and then he and the other groomsmen ran off to watch a manly movie that probably involved fart jokes and hot chicks while I snuck into the bar area to catch the World Series score. Fast forward approximately one year later. My friends were living with Andrew and I went to visit. Oh yes, I totally shacked up in Andrew's house pre-marriage. The whole visit he didn't even try to make a move. I would like to think I was irresistible, but alas, I was/am not. Sigh. I asked for his number. I asked for his email. I ignored all his signals, or lack thereof and pursued this little stud muffin.
2) Banned, from PetsMart. Without Andrew, I would be in serious risk of becoming "the crazy cat lady".
After returning from our honeymoon, I stopped by PetsMart to pick up kitty litter and dog food. I walked out with litter, food, and Amelie.
3) Ellie is our one and only child.
This is for all of you who ask when we are having our next child. We are not. Andrew and I planned, strategically of course, to have one child early in our marriage and one child only. We wanted to maximize spoiling the little Theurer. We discussed the adoption of Tabitha and started the complicated process, but unfortunately discovered that adoption is not meant to be.
4) I wore a uniform for most of my life.
Being raised by the Sisters of Carondelet means one thing. Plaid. For 13 years, I wore the Catholic school girl uniform. No, I did not look like Britney Spears. Our skirts could only be an inch or something above the knee. Then I decided to be a nurse. That meant busting out of the dorm in a very stylish white pants-white shirt-white shoes ensemble at the crack of dawn. Finally, I graduated to scrubs. Now, I wear the requisite "mom" uniform--comfy clothing with snot, food, and spit up as accessories.
Being raised by the Sisters of Carondelet means one thing. Plaid. For 13 years, I wore the Catholic school girl uniform. No, I did not look like Britney Spears. Our skirts could only be an inch or something above the knee. Then I decided to be a nurse. That meant busting out of the dorm in a very stylish white pants-white shirt-white shoes ensemble at the crack of dawn. Finally, I graduated to scrubs. Now, I wear the requisite "mom" uniform--comfy clothing with snot, food, and spit up as accessories.
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| I absolutely looked like this. |
5) I know how to analyze blood spatter.
During graduate school, I took multiple forensic nursing courses. I am actually one credit shy of a minor--the clinical portion. I can analyze blood spatter (i.e. arterial sprays, transfer, low velocity spatter, etc), gun shot wounds, and knife wounds.
During graduate school, I took multiple forensic nursing courses. I am actually one credit shy of a minor--the clinical portion. I can analyze blood spatter (i.e. arterial sprays, transfer, low velocity spatter, etc), gun shot wounds, and knife wounds.
6) During part of college, I live in Oaxaca, Mexico and yet, I barely speak Spanish.
I can barely speak Spanish because I no longer use it. The longer you go without speaking a foreign language, the more words and conjugations you forget. Oaxaca, by the way, is gorgeous and they are really not used to redheads with green eyes. Buses would stop for me, baby.
I can barely speak Spanish because I no longer use it. The longer you go without speaking a foreign language, the more words and conjugations you forget. Oaxaca, by the way, is gorgeous and they are really not used to redheads with green eyes. Buses would stop for me, baby.
7) Driving cross country is hobby of mine.
I grew up in St. Louis. I moved to Philadelphia for college. Afterwards, I moved to Portland, Oregon. Then I moved to New Jersey. Finally, I made Austin, Texas my home because I thought it would be important to live in the same zip code as my husband. Do you have any idea how many miles I put on my car from all of those moves? Did I mention that I camped almost the entire 3,000 miles between Portland and NJ?
8) I once thought that I would minor in ballet.
In Kindergarten, I started ballet lessons and continued to participate in this awesome sport throughout high school. I am klutzy, but I could easily balance on point. I am not graceful. I am not coordinated, but I loved ballet. I knew that I was not good enough to make a career out of my passion, but I thought a minor would suffice. However, the college that I attended did not offer ballet classes.
In Kindergarten, I started ballet lessons and continued to participate in this awesome sport throughout high school. I am klutzy, but I could easily balance on point. I am not graceful. I am not coordinated, but I loved ballet. I knew that I was not good enough to make a career out of my passion, but I thought a minor would suffice. However, the college that I attended did not offer ballet classes.
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| Little Miss Tutu: Perhaps Ellie will study ballet. |
9) I learned how to play guitar by an awesome teacher named Duke.
I don't remember anything except a "C" chord. Duke, is awesome. He has a guitar with a jungle scene painted on it.
I don't remember anything except a "C" chord. Duke, is awesome. He has a guitar with a jungle scene painted on it.
10) I know the names of plaid. Yes, plaids have names.
As though wearing a school uniform for 13 years wasn't enough, I worked in a school uniform store. I learned the names of the plaids for each school in St. Louis and parts of Illinois. Garfield. Blackwatch. Gordon. . .
As though wearing a school uniform for 13 years wasn't enough, I worked in a school uniform store. I learned the names of the plaids for each school in St. Louis and parts of Illinois. Garfield. Blackwatch. Gordon. . .
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| Only Gerard Butler could pull off plaid (and pink). Sigh. |
11) My family and I have camped in nearly every state and yet Andrew does not camp.
When I say camp, I mean tent camp. None of this wimpy cabin nonsense. Although cabins are really nice. Hum. . . maybe Andrew will cabin camp.
When I say camp, I mean tent camp. None of this wimpy cabin nonsense. Although cabins are really nice. Hum. . . maybe Andrew will cabin camp.
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| Big Bend National Park |
Tag, You're It!
I wanted to tag everyone in my blogroll, but that would add up to way more than 11. Therefore, I tagged people that I thought might play along and that I wanted to know more about.
1. Jane at Flight Platform Living
2. krlr at Trial Run
3. Holly at Holly's House. . . Not a Perfect Mom's Blog
4. CM at Loving Our Life
5. Penny at Penny's Peeps
6. Becca at The Bates Motel
7. Meriah at With A Little Moxie
8. Ilisa at Ailts Family
9. teal915 at Life is Beautiful
10. Kelli at Living Life with E's
11. Megan at My Stubborn Little Miss
So fun! My husband and I met in Texas- he lived in Austin and I lived near Waco. I love reading your blog!
ReplyDeleteHow fun to find out about you!
ReplyDeleteI grew up in Kansas City, Missouri after moving to Georgia and Texas and back to K.C. at ten. Then I moved to Seattle, WA. We were close in MO and in the great Northwest. I lived in Dallas for a while. I liked Austin!!
I know I totally have NO say in this, but I SO wish you all would have more kids coming from a mama with six knowing that the blessings just keep multiplying. Ellie is SO precious.
Thank you for being so open and sharing. That is not always easy.
Oh, that's ME! What fun! I will start typing post haste
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