seven random me

Claire tagged me. Which I think it is awesome, because Claire is hilarious and her husband calls her a psycho hose beast, which makes her blog totally worth reading. (Who couldn't love reading about a psycho hose beast? Really? I dare you to resist...)

So I wanted these to be good. But good just wasn't happening, and you get these instead:

1- I finished my blog makeover. It's all Halloweeny. Yeah, I know - YOU KNOW ALREADY - yes, I do realize you are looking at my blog RIGHT NOW. But hey, after two days of "what the heck?!!!" I'm pretty proud of it. (Here's the part where you tell me you love it.)

2- Monkey hit me in the head with a plastic "ear checker" thingy from his Dr kit today. I thought he was so cute wearing the stethoscope backwards and looking through the ear checker, so I was like, "Hey Sweety, come look in Mommy's ears!" and then I bent down so he could get a good look. And then with all of his 20 month old strength (which is surprisingly a lot) he whacked me upside the head with it and then laughed. And you know that soft-ish spot right by your temple? Yeah, that's where his blow of destruction landed. Seriously, I about passed out. I wouldn't recommend getting hit in that particular spot (even if it's only coming from a toddler) because it STILL hurts...a lot.

3- I hate sea food. It's so disgusting. And don't even invite me to dinner if you're going to eat crab or lobster or anything that you have to rip apart that crunches or has legs. And don't leave your little shrimp tails sitting anywhere I can see them. Unless you'd like to see what I've already eaten for dinner (in the form of half-digested chunks.) Was that a little much? Well, that's what you get for mentioning sea food.

4- I can't sustain a normal human conversation. I try. But I usually just make weird noises and drool a little. Like when this politician came to our door today as part of his campaigning. I'm pretty sure he thought I was the dumbest person he's ever met. But you can't just spring serious conversations on me like that. I need a warm up period or something, ya know? Or maybe just stick to asking me about baby poop, the best brand of chicken nuggets, or how many raisins will fit in between the booster seat and dining room chair if you cram them in really tight. Those are the kinds of things I can talk about readily. Because if you ask me something serious or important you'll just have to end up getting a towel to wipe the slobber off my chin.

5- Sour Cream was sent from heaven. Enough said.

6- When I realized that Santa wasn't really real I was too afraid to talk to my mom about it. I thought that it would hurt her feelings if she knew that I knew. So I just kept pretending that I thought he was real. I think we finally had the "Santa talk" when I was about 23.

7- I know Wing Chun Kung Fu. Ok, I kind of know it. Ok, I kind of used to know it. Ok, I kind of used to go to the classes because dating the instructor will get you free Kung Fu lessons, but I really really stunk at it. But I could still take you. Oh yeah. What? WHAT?!!! DO YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS OUTSIDE?!!!!

And now I tag...............YOU. (Whoever "you" are, just let me know so I can check out your random 7!)