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I have a fear of needles so, though I like tattoos, I didn't think I'd ever get one. However, I've decided over the past few years that I'd like to get two tattoos, one on each of my wrists. One would say 'Sandlots', a word which my mommy and I used to say to one another to mean 'I love you', and the other would be 'Brat' which has become a code word of love between my husband, kids and me. It'd be a super simple script with a subtle color so that most people wouldn't even know they were there.
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I believe that art is art whatever the medium and it should all be celebrated. Personally, my hands aren't steady enough for traditional drawing or painting so I have a bit more success with creating digital art.
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I would go back to my teen years and tell myself to stop being such a pain in the ass to my mommy. ;c)
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Does Starbucks count? I'm not really a big fan of their coffee but I swear there is heroin in the caramel there!
I'm not a big red meat eater so burgers don't really do it for me. I used to work at Taco Bell so, though I occasionally get a craving for their nacho cheese, I've had my fill of it. I guess Subway if that counts. I'll take a ham with pepper jack, no cucumbers, spinach or jalapenos. ;c) -
Most of our traditions are pretty run-of-the-mill but one of the more unusual traditions is lefse. My dad's family is Norwegian so for as long as I can remember (and probably long before), we have lefse at our yearly Christmas Eve celebration.
For ease of explanation, lefse is basically a potato tortilla which you can fill with anything really. For Christmas, we butter the lefse, sprinkle it with cinnamon sugar, give it a healthy dollop of whipped cream then roll it and cut into bite size pieces. The first time my husband saw this, he was horrified. His family is Norwegian, too, and they are purists when it comes to their lefse. Butter and nothing else. Definitely no sugar. This continues to be an ongoing debate in our household. ;c) -
I do. This is another of those things to do with lucky genetics. My mommy could nearly have passed for my age. We often got that whole "Are you two sisters?" thing.
When I was a teenager, I really hated it looking so much younger because, like most kids, I wanted to grow up too fast. These days, I don't mind as much. *wink*
My brother, on the other hand, still isn't fond of it. He has been pulled over on more than one occasion because the officer thought he was too young to be driving. And this was well into his twenties. -
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Aaaw. <333
It's good genetics, really. My mommy was uber-gorgeous. -
My hair. People have commented on it since I was a baby. Funny thing is that it is really kind of a mess. Thin and stringy, prone to knots, and I can't remember the last time I had it cut professionally.
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My neuroses and anxiety. I have all these stupid little rules for myself or things which cause me panic. Logically I know they make no sense... but mental illness knows no logic.
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I can only do one thing for him ever? Love him. It is the most basic need and by loving him, I'll make sure all his needs are met.
However, if the question is to get to do just one special thing for him, I would bring his grandma back to him. That might be a bit selfish because I'd sure like to have her back, too, but it is the one thing I really wish for him. I wish so much he could know her and get to be spoiled rotten by his grandma the way I was by mine. -
Glee!
Over and over and over again.
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Lyss
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