Tag! I'm it!

I've been blog "tagged" by my sister, Carey. The rules are:
1. I need to link her blog. Here is her blog. I love it!
2. I need to give 10 random facts about myself. Those will be below.
3. I need to tag other bloggers. I tag Erika and Jenny.

Okay, 10 random facts...this is hard! But here:

1. I make faces that I am unaware of making. My face has a life of its own.2. I can lick my elbow. This is supposed to be physically impossible, but I have an unusually long tongue. Sometimes, I literally have to fold it up in my mouth to make it comfortable.

3. I got sent to the Principal's office in Kindergarten for slapping a boy across the face. But he made fun of me first! And he punched me in the nose after that!

4. I looked like a boy for a good chunk of elementary school/Jr. High. I still think I look like this.5. I was in 8 plays and musicals throughout my school years.6. I knew I wanted to go to Northwestern after I watched the tape of my dad as Tevye in "Fiddler on the Roof." I was probably 4. I went! And I loved it!
7. Once I have an idea in my head, it's stuck. I'm stubborn and obsessive compulsive!

8. I think my family is made up of the greatest people ever. They are all so special in their own very different way. (I don't think they know that though, so don't tell them!). I love them. (And my in-laws too!)9. I secretly sniff Gerrit's neck when he hugs me.10. I have a pumpkin spice cheesecake in the oven RIGHT NOW!

I hope you enjoyed this! I know I did. Erika and Jenny-go for it!

The Good and the Bad of a Night With the Girls

Tonight was girls' night. We try to meet once a week with as many of us as possible. We especially wanted to get together tonight because MANDY'S ENGAGED! Congrats to her! She got to tell us the story of the proposal and share her excitement about wedding planning. We were all happy to hear her story (GOOD). We were happy to hear at all because the restaurant had this incredibly loud machine that was hummmmmmmmmming constantly (BAD). The food hit the spot. Whoever came up with the soup and salad combo idea is a genius. Perfect for fall weather (GOOD). The person who spilled her red soup on her green sweater is not a genius (BAD). I am my mother's daughter.Our jobs were a big topic of conversation. We're just glad we have them most of the time (GOOD)! But Rachel had a hard day at work and shunned the work conversation (BAD). I don't blame her. Teaching eleven-year-olds is tough! After we ate, we headed to Jess' new place. On the way, I was trying to take candids of our night. I clearly need to learn how to use my camera. And my camera clearly needs to learn how to use its flash appropriately (BAD). But as Delani and I were trying to take a silly, funny-faced picture, we took a cute one (GOOD)! The night was a GOOD reminder that I've been blessed with some wonderful, fun, Christian girlfriends and there's nothing BAD about that! Aw, wasn't this cheesy?

Gross.

This afternoon, I was about to clean the bathroom. I took the rugs out, put dirty towels in the basket, and put items back in drawers. Then I sprayed the whole bathroom down with my handy-dandy multi-purpose cleaner. I mean everything; I sprayed the mirrors, the sink, the toilet, the tub and shower walls. I like to let the cleaner settle. Next, I was getting ready to use the brush on the toilet. I got into position, ready to do the job I hate, when the whole paper towel roll fell into the toilet! Not only was the whole roll ruined, but I also got splashed IN THE EYE with toilet bowl water. I think God is punishing me for working on the day of rest. I've learned my lesson.

Modern Love

I was just now looking at an old book of poems my mom gave me one year for Valentine's Day. I came across one titled: To My Dear and Loving Husband (written in the 1600s by Anne Bradstreet). You can skip to the end if you wish, but it goes:

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persevere
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

I finished and thought, "How nice. I will show this to my dear and loving husband" Gerrit took the book, read the poem, and when he finished he said in monotone, "What's this say? That you love me?"
Yup...that's what it says. I love you....dearly.