A random Saturday

I look like a bum today...I have not showered, I've put together quite the outfit of layers today since my house is freezing, I'm not wearing make-up, and my hair is a bit disheveled (I decided to try letting the new short 'do air dry yesterday and the results aren't fantastic, though a tiny part of me digs the "sexy" tousled look...). That being said, it's been a good day. I woke up with Trevin at 9:00 this morning, yes, I got to sleep in! Exciting start...and the rest of the day has been spent playing with T and hanging out with Bryce. After learning a new trick from dad this afternoon (you'll have to wait 'til Trevin Tuesday to see it), the little guy is down for a nap and I've got some time to blog.

So just some random thoughts today. I've been reading people's 25 random facts on blogs or facebook and I will usually find at least one thing that I think "oh, I totally am like that, too" or I remember something I should've put that is "way better" than the random facts I wrote about myself already. I really like random facts. I love learning about other people and getting insight into their lives and who they are. I also love sharing random facts. I don't do it very often, but when I do, I find that I am way better at sharing things about myself through written, rather than spoken, word.

I could lie and say that I don't know why that is, but I do. I like to think about what I say before I say it and I do not think quick on my feet. I often do not have witty or extremely intelligent responses to things that people say. I am also one of those people that runs conversations through my head, both before and after they have happened. If I know I have to speak in public or to someone about something specific, I will spend the week prior thinking about what I should say and how I should say it. If a conversation has passed, I will usually think about what I should've said, over and over again. With written word, I don't have to do any of that. I can spend the time here, at my computer, thinking about what I should say, rereading what I wrote, for as long as I want to, before setting it in stone. Even then there's always the option of deleting it. And with random facts or things I wouldn't normally share with people, I find that writing them is easier, 1. because I'm less vulnerable to weird looks and comments, 2. because I have time to think about how and what I want to share, and 3. because I can say them whenever I want, without needing them to be in the context of a conversation.

So I like to share these random thoughts and facts because I want people to know me. I'm reserved, introverted, shy...I know that, and I don't like that so much about myself. (I suppose there's a deeper insecurity issue there, which is a little can of worms I won't open now.) So this blog is my outlet.

Anyway, I guess all that was a random fact in and of itself. Here are a couple of other things you may or may not want to know, memories that were spurred on by others' stories and things I "should've" put for my random facts. I guess you can number them 26. and 27.

26. I chipped the diamond in my engagement ring 3 months before Bryce and I got married. How did I do it? In the bathroom, of course, like anyone would. I was reaching for the toilet paper in the bathroom at my in-laws house and my ring hit the corner of the countertop where the grout and tile meet. I somehow hit it "just right" and hard enough that it took a tiny chunk out of the diamond. I was oh so sad and oh so embarrassed when I had to go out of the bathroom, in tears, and tell Bryce what had happened. What he must have felt! We took it to the jeweler to fix it and he had never seen anything like it...that's got to make a girl feel good. I still have that same diamond and if you look closely enough, you can see where they faceted over the chip and hid that part of the stone under the prongs. To this day it drives me nuts to know what's hiding under the prong and that the diamond is less than a perfect circle, but I still love my ring, simply because of what it symbolizes.

27. I went through childbirth without an epidural, not so that I can say I did it and am stronger than the average woman (I am totally NOT!), but because I am terrified of needles and of being numb from the waist down. The thought of that sensation literally makes me sick to my stomach and a little woozy. I'd take the pain of childbirth over that any day!

I'm sure you wanted to know each and every bit of what I just shared. I guess that's just what you get on a random Saturday!