PRINCESS LEIA: I love you.
HAN SOLO: I know.
HAN SOLO: I know.
--Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back
So I'm NOT a me-monster,
but I do love sharing random info about myself
but I do love sharing random info about myself
(aren't we all a bit like that?)
especially if it makes for a kickin' conversation starter!
~and by conversation I DO mean
the one where the "conversation ball" is thrown
back-and-forth in turn~
the one where the "conversation ball" is thrown
back-and-forth in turn~
Now, I don't hate any me-monsters out there,
but you can guarantee that while you are prattling away
without stopping for a breath or comment from me,
that I'm most likely happy that I don't actually HAVE
to say anything.
I'm also thinking "What's the POINT
in the whole trilogy about your life and why
do you find the need to prove with words how
awesome or out of luck you are? Did you not receive
enough affirmation as a child?
Do you suffer from low self-esteem or are
you just plain vain? Let me just say a mental prayer for you..."
*smile and nod as if I'm impressed with what you
are saying because it's obvious that
it means the world to you*
but you can guarantee that while you are prattling away
without stopping for a breath or comment from me,
that I'm most likely happy that I don't actually HAVE
to say anything.
I'm also thinking "What's the POINT
in the whole trilogy about your life and why
do you find the need to prove with words how
awesome or out of luck you are? Did you not receive
enough affirmation as a child?
Do you suffer from low self-esteem or are
you just plain vain? Let me just say a mental prayer for you..."
*smile and nod as if I'm impressed with what you
are saying because it's obvious that
it means the world to you*
Sometimes I wonder with some me-monster
conversationalists (or lack thereof)
whether they are actually suffering with a fear that
if they don't get everything they are thinking out
of their brain and off their tongue as quickly
as possible they may find themselves suddenly
swallowed into a black hole and will want to
make all their words their "last words."
conversationalists (or lack thereof)
whether they are actually suffering with a fear that
if they don't get everything they are thinking out
of their brain and off their tongue as quickly
as possible they may find themselves suddenly
swallowed into a black hole and will want to
make all their words their "last words."
Now, hubby openly admits to being a recovering
Italian Me-Monster. He can out-talk most people with gusto.
Italian Me-Monster. He can out-talk most people with gusto.
I completely enjoy his love to spit those thoughts out.
Peter is full of random facts and amusing stories.
He often talks me to sleep at night.
He often talks me to sleep at night.
I actually sent him on a Bible study today because
I KNOW that he will get more out of it than me
and he will then TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT later
and it will be as though I was there with my own
personal translator for the big words.
I KNOW that he will get more out of it than me
and he will then TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT later
and it will be as though I was there with my own
personal translator for the big words.
It's probably a mere 10% of the time that I actually want to
say something, but when I do,
back down and use super-glue if necessary,
this woman wants to speak!
say something, but when I do,
back down and use super-glue if necessary,
this woman wants to speak!
Peter recently read a book on management.
A great tip he learned was how to
COUNT TO FIVE
after a person speaks to make sure they
have completed their thought.
I have been impressed with his practicing this
and I have used it is well
(even if I'm not prone to conversation stealing,
I've caught a rude habit of interrupting as a result of
having to fight to get my own say).
A great tip he learned was how to
COUNT TO FIVE
after a person speaks to make sure they
have completed their thought.
I have been impressed with his practicing this
and I have used it is well
(even if I'm not prone to conversation stealing,
I've caught a rude habit of interrupting as a result of
having to fight to get my own say).
Enough ranting... now on to more facts about me... ;)
1) I'm not a me monster (read above musings)
2) I'm a Star Wars and Star Trek geek... thanks, Dad!
I have to do a movie marathon of each at least
once a year. If you have seen our FaceBook
posts on either and marveled at Peter's knowledge
and humor on the subjects; it's all me, baby.
I have to do a movie marathon of each at least
once a year. If you have seen our FaceBook
posts on either and marveled at Peter's knowledge
and humor on the subjects; it's all me, baby.
3) I pretend that I'm in a musical or Broadway
production while washing dishes and cooking
and I imagine that I'm awesome since I haven't
shattered any dishes yet.
production while washing dishes and cooking
and I imagine that I'm awesome since I haven't
shattered any dishes yet.
4) I don't read books, I eat them. I've been known
to er- forget that I have children and a house to run
while reading a book. AND I have been know to
read 3 books at a time (simultaneously, of course).
to er- forget that I have children and a house to run
while reading a book. AND I have been know to
read 3 books at a time (simultaneously, of course).
5) My top Love Language is gifts... so buy me books please ;)
Gifts don't just mean flowers and chocolate
(Peter has learned this the hard way)
I love thoughtful, personal gifts that are preferably home-made-
or books... though I DO love chocolate... hmm.
Gifts don't just mean flowers and chocolate
(Peter has learned this the hard way)
I love thoughtful, personal gifts that are preferably home-made-
or books... though I DO love chocolate... hmm.
6) The Lion King makes me cry Every. Single. Time.
It starts with the opening song and escalates to a
box of tissues before the little lion's dad is killed (sorry, spoiler).
I was a basket case when my Grammy and Aunt Barbara took
us kids to see it in the theatre (it came out 5 years ago, right?).
My poor Grammy's shirt was sopping with my tears by the time we got home.
I am pretty sure this is due to my huge crush on Sir Elton John
from 5 years old... yeah. It's bad.
box of tissues before the little lion's dad is killed (sorry, spoiler).
I was a basket case when my Grammy and Aunt Barbara took
us kids to see it in the theatre (it came out 5 years ago, right?).
My poor Grammy's shirt was sopping with my tears by the time we got home.
I am pretty sure this is due to my huge crush on Sir Elton John
from 5 years old... yeah. It's bad.
7) I almost never cry... and when I do, it's special (see #6).
8) I love me a Kahlua Sombrero. Mmm. It's like adult chocolate milk, no?
9) My favorite vegetable is pumpkin.
I'm going to grow me a pumpkin patch all for myself one day.
No sharing.
Don't even ask.
It will be all mineeeeee!
(maybe I will gift you with baked pumpkin products
if you ask nicely)
Don't even ask.
It will be all mineeeeee!
(maybe I will gift you with baked pumpkin products
if you ask nicely)
10) Mint is gross.
Mint is vile.
I hate mint.
No gum for this gal.
Do not stick a candy cane under my nose .
(unless it's one by Hershey)
I would rather smell your bad breath than mouthwash.
Mint and chocolate together are a sin. Do not offer me a concoction
that includes both or there will be dire consequences.
Mint is vile.
I hate mint.
No gum for this gal.
Do not stick a candy cane under my nose .
(unless it's one by Hershey)
I would rather smell your bad breath than mouthwash.
Mint and chocolate together are a sin. Do not offer me a concoction
that includes both or there will be dire consequences.
~Michelle
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