Tell me more, tell me more!

Well, my summer is officially over... Summer School started on Monday, and I am already swamped! Just when I feel like I've got it covered, I find a million more things to do! I guess that's the life of a teacher, though, isn't it?

Anyone else start singing "Summer Lovin" just then?? Lol.

I feel like I’ve done a lot of “about me” posts, but I figured I’d do this one anyway. :)

So, let’s link up with Amy Lemons at Step into Second Grade.

Enjoy reading about a few of my quirks and random facts about me… Please don’t judge me. :)

* I've had a celeb-crush on Justin Timberlake since, like, 1996, and swore up and down that'd I'd marry him one day.

* I met my Hubby for the first time at church. I was 14, he was 13.

* I'm the bad listener in the relationship. J is always having to fight for my attention because I get so drawn into what I'm reading, watching, writing, doing, that I literally don't see or hear anything going on around me.

* I might be a germ-a-phobe, I might be ODC… Either way, I have this weird thing about my pillow. I’m very possessive of it and I hate other people touching or using my pillow. Seriously though, I do not want anyone else’s drool or greasy hair or sleep-sweat on my face. If I’m traveling with my pillow, I HAVE to have extra pillowcases packed because there is no. freaking. way. that I’m putting my face on it without crying first if it’s been anywhere other than on my bed. Think about it… Just how clean is that car seat? Probably questionable... What if it falls on the floor, or someone puts their feet on it? Shudder. Or sits on it wearing dirty jeans? Ugh… Or wipes their grimy, car-food hands on it? Eww. Or what if someone coughs or sneezes on, or in the general direction of, my pillow?? And then I have to put my face on it?!? Eeewwww! {I bet you're going to have a pillow thing now, too... just wait...}

* I've been a Gilmore Girls fan since I saw the first episode when I was in 8th grade. I started accumulating the Season DVDs during college, and J mistakenly lovingly gave me the 3 I was missing for Christmas one year. I can watch it for hours on end. And it makes me cry an abnormal amount... even when it's not all that sentimental.

* I'm more of a girly-girl by nature... but people always peg me as a tom-boy!   I've never really been into sports or anything, and I prefer not to get dirty or do crazy scary things like play paintball or ride 4-wheelers. My dad tried to teach me how to shoot guns and bows and arrows, but I only liked it for about 5 minutes. So, I attribute the tom-boy assumptions to my preferance for comfort in my clothing... non-fitted tshirts, jeans, flats... only in the past few years have I been confident enough to wear more feminine and girly clothes. And usually it's just for work or going out.

* I'm always multitasking. But I suck at it. I start something, then start something else. Then I make a to-do list to help me get things done. Then I work on one of the things I started. Then I get an idea, and I'm so excited that I just finish it all at once. Then I realize it wasn't on the to-do list, so I write it on the list and then cross it off, just so I feel like I accomplished something I planned to do. :)

* I’ve had basically the same hair style since 10th grade. Partly because I’m hair challenged and don’t know what else to do with it... partly because I’m just afraid to change it!! Anyway, for the past 10 years (yeah… 10 years!}, my hair has been somewhere between shoulder-length to long-ish & various shades of blonde, usually with layers, sometimes with a face frame or side-swiping bangs, and always parted to the left {slightly, thanks to an ill-placed cowlick}.  My hair is naturally blonde, and I can’t see myself as anything but. Unfortunately, it has been darkening ever so slightly as I get older. I am still hanging on to my roots, though, with the aid of highlights. :)

In all seriousness though, J wouldn't hate me if I cut my hair... but he’d be a little ticked. One time, he came home from a Fire Dept. training, knowing I was going to the salon to get my hair trimmed. Well, when he walked in the door I had my hair swept to the other side, and he could only see my shortest chin-length layers. He said sarcastically, “Um… nice hair??” I, being sweet and innocent, didn’t get why his was acting this way, so I said, “Thanks? And as I turned around, he sighed and said, “Oh, geez… I thought you chopped off your hair… sorry.” Haha!! We cracked up for like 5 minutes.

* My 4th grade “About Me” book says, “When I grow up I want to be… a movie star or a super model or a teacher.” Hahahaha...

* Speaking of elementary school.... I was ALWAYS Baby Spice when my friends and I played “Spice Girls." I would wear my hair in pig-tails and suck on Chupa-Chups (Chocolate-banana rocks!) Aaaand I've still got all the lyrics memorized.

* I am and always will be a Potterhead. Harry Potter (book) series is my favorite. I pin Harry Potter things on Pinterest in between recipes, fashion, housewifey tips, & teaching ideas. I reread at least one of the books a least once a year (it used to be all... but then I became an adult with not enough free time). While the movies certainly aren't better than the books, I cried the first time I saw the trailer for HP 7: Part 2... because I knew that it meant it was really over. I mean, at that point, I had been a HP fan for over half of my life... that's a big deal! Aaaaand that JK Rowling quote about Hogwarts always being there for those who want to return also made me tear up a little.... I'm such a  dork!!

* The Hunger Games series is such a close 2nd favorite that it makes the Potterhead part of me nervous. I dare to say that they're actually a tie... I'm always making Katniss references in my head, and baked goods make me think of Peeta... Oh, Peeta... *sigh*

* I really really really hate being an adult! That, and my two previous confessions regarding my love for adolescent lit, make me feel a little immature.... haha. I'd rather go to school than work. So far, the only plusses of growing up are getting to be married to my best friend, teaching, and wine.