I don’t know why this is called “alpha meme,” but I thought it was cute and wanted to post it. I saw it on Freaky Frugalite, my favorite blog (seriously). Tomorrow, the curtains!

My roommate and I once: bought a beta and named him Bert.

Never in my life have I: been out of the country or west of the Mississippi River.

High school was: a time of dramatic change in how I thought and felt about life in general.

When I’m nervous: I feel a little knot in my stomach.

My hair: had never been permed or dyed.

When I was 5: my mom asked me if I wanted to go to morning or afternoon Kindergarten (yes, it was half day then). I said, “Afternoon so that sometimes I can watch cartoons and sometimes I can sleep late.” Yes, I liked to sleep late even then.

When I turn my head left: I see an end table that needs some serious organization.

I should be: less fat.

By this time next year: I figure Nick might be as tall as I am. I thought he was shoulder height, but he showed me last night that he’s actually up to my cheek bone now. WHAT?

My favorite aunt is: my only aunt.

I have a hard time understanding: people who speak French, but I try. Comme ci comme ça, Mom.

You know I like you if: I hug you (if you’re a woman) or shake your hand (if you’re a man…except Jon of course…) when I say goodbye.

My ideal breakfast is: made my McDonalds. I love their pancakes and biscuits.

If you visit my home town: We’d have to go somewhere else to find anything interesting to do.

If you spend the night at my house: Nick and James will sleep on a pallet in the floor, and you can sleep in their queen-sized bed.

The animal I would like to see flying besides birds: Well, nothing really, that would just be strange…but I’ve always thought it would be neat to be able to fly myself.

I shouldn’t have been: I’m racking my brain, but I can’t think of anything. Even the bad parts of my life, God had a reason for them, so who am I to say that it shouldn’t have been?

Last night I: helped count the money at church and found that everyone else had eaten all the pastor’s birthday cake before I got back downstairs. That’s okay, I didn’t really want any anyway. Then we sat around and chatted for a while, cleaned up a bit, and went home. I read an article in The Old Schoolhouse about reducing chaos in my life and then went to sleep.

A better name for me would be: Picker Uppper For Four

I’ve been told I look like: Nobody ever really says that to me.

If I could have any car, it would be: A 1977 Trans Am with black primer…honest.