I was tagged by Katie from Married With a Pup and by Katie at Style Diary to share 5 things about myself.
Side note: I love how both of their names are Katie.
I've wracked my brain to come up with 5 things I haven't shared before and I'm still not entirely sure if I have so forgive me if you've already heard. I don't have many secrets I haven't shared. OK, I lie. I have some secrets. I gotta keep some of it, right?
1. I only have my permit. It doesn't stop me from driving on my own. I have two excuses: One: I'm from the city and a license wasn't necessary and Two: I can't parallel park. Parallel parking is completely useless until I master it of course. Po po ... pretend you aren't reading this and go to number two ... mmmkay?
Oh and for those of you freaking out who aren't the po po; I intend to fix this issue this year. But really, it isn't an issue because I've never been DD, ha.
2. I use to be afraid of dogs. I was that person who saw a dog and their owner walking down the street and cross to the other side. I mean, you just never know when a dog is going to lose it and decide that you are going to be their entree. Ever since getting Izabella, I'm obsessed with dogs. I feel like I know the dog language now, part of an elite dog club. So if you're ever walking your dog down the street, minding your own business, know that I'll be the one heading in your direction to pet your dog. Unless of course you tell me that your dog doesn't like strangers. I should have known since your dog was wearing a muzzle and all.
3. I learned Monday at a work seminar that my personality is the lion. Not the lamb, not the owl or the peacock. I could have sworn I was the peacock or at least the owl. I guess, I'm becoming all "hear me roar" in my old age.
4. In the 3rd grade, I fell down the stairs and chipped my front tooth. I hated the dentist so much because I did not understand that I could not eat a hard cookie or an apple using my front teeth. I was at the dentist a lot. Crying. And it sucked because my sisters loved the dentist. Dr. Foster completely traumatized me. I think I should also let you know that he is the only childhood doctor's name that I remember.
5. I have the worst sense of direction. I know North, South, East and West but I have no idea how it relates to where I am at that given time. I think I didn't pay attention in the class that taught that stuff. I regret it.
Side note: I love how both of their names are Katie.
I've wracked my brain to come up with 5 things I haven't shared before and I'm still not entirely sure if I have so forgive me if you've already heard. I don't have many secrets I haven't shared. OK, I lie. I have some secrets. I gotta keep some of it, right?
1. I only have my permit. It doesn't stop me from driving on my own. I have two excuses: One: I'm from the city and a license wasn't necessary and Two: I can't parallel park. Parallel parking is completely useless until I master it of course. Po po ... pretend you aren't reading this and go to number two ... mmmkay?
Oh and for those of you freaking out who aren't the po po; I intend to fix this issue this year. But really, it isn't an issue because I've never been DD, ha.
2. I use to be afraid of dogs. I was that person who saw a dog and their owner walking down the street and cross to the other side. I mean, you just never know when a dog is going to lose it and decide that you are going to be their entree. Ever since getting Izabella, I'm obsessed with dogs. I feel like I know the dog language now, part of an elite dog club. So if you're ever walking your dog down the street, minding your own business, know that I'll be the one heading in your direction to pet your dog. Unless of course you tell me that your dog doesn't like strangers. I should have known since your dog was wearing a muzzle and all.
3. I learned Monday at a work seminar that my personality is the lion. Not the lamb, not the owl or the peacock. I could have sworn I was the peacock or at least the owl. I guess, I'm becoming all "hear me roar" in my old age.
4. In the 3rd grade, I fell down the stairs and chipped my front tooth. I hated the dentist so much because I did not understand that I could not eat a hard cookie or an apple using my front teeth. I was at the dentist a lot. Crying. And it sucked because my sisters loved the dentist. Dr. Foster completely traumatized me. I think I should also let you know that he is the only childhood doctor's name that I remember.
5. I have the worst sense of direction. I know North, South, East and West but I have no idea how it relates to where I am at that given time. I think I didn't pay attention in the class that taught that stuff. I regret it.
