Random facts....Sunday night edition

So, it's been awhile since I posted and I want to post something new.

I just don't know what. So I decided to just write some random facts that you may or may not know about me.

I'm the first-born grandchild on my mom's side. I cry everytime I talk to or really even about my Grandmama. She's the feistiest 84-year old you will ever meet.

I was going to say that I have never lived East of the Mississippi River (in the US), but then remembered I lived in Illinois for three months, while on my mission. And that totally counts.

When I was little, I cried if the mixed vegetables didn't have lima beans. My sister cried if they did have lima beans. When my sister had an overnight stay in the hospital, I asked if we could have lima beans for dinner.

I always think of the perfect item to put on my Christmas wish list the day after Christmas. But since I never know where I put my lists, I don't remember until the day after the next Christmas what I wanted.

I curled my hair a little different today for church. Not so different I haven't done it like this before, but different than I have been doing it recently. One of the kids in my class was so freaked out, she kept remarking that I looked totally different. In fact, she said, "I almost don't even know who you are!" I guess I haven't looked too great recently at church!

A few years ago, I bought a 7-foot Christmas tree at Costco. It was beautiful. I took it out to my car and it would not fit. No matter what I did, it wouldn't go in my car. So I returned it. When I went back with Darrell and his friend in a bigger car, Costco was out of Christmas trees. So we bought a bookcase instead. Once assembled, I realized the only way it will fit out of the bedroom it's in, is through the window. I think I have a problem with space assessment.

One day, while driving my parents' 1981 Chevrolet Citation, the muffler fell off in the middle of the street. I didn't realize until my dad asked me where it was. The next morning.

I love eating breakfast for dinner. Darrell does not. He usually wins that debate.

Last night, we went to Quizno's for dinner. While eating our potato chips, I asked Darrell if he would keep a chip if it looked like a specific shape. He said he would keep a potato chip if it looked exactly like Texas or a perfect square. Just a few chips later, I came across one that looked suspiciously like the United States. I ate it without even trying to keep it.

Don't ever give me a souvenir pencil. I have pencils from the mid-80s that I haven't used. I'm sure the erasers are hard as rocks.

A few months ago, I took all the books out of the bookcase mentioned above and re-arranged them by color. It looks kinda fancy.

I'm in a book club, but have only read about half of the books. I have to choose the book we read in January and I'm under a lot of stress. I'm more of a panic reader than a pleasure reader. Suggestions are welcome.

I hate the flooring in my kitchen. It is 8-inch white, slippery tile, that is supposed to look like marble. It was ruined when we had a slab leak four years ago. We were going to replace it, but haven't gotten around to it yet. I didn't know that when we re-painted three and a half years ago, so I didn't use a drop cloth. I wasn't careful while painting. I really hate my flooring.