I have been challenged by a loyal reader (Katie of http://www.createajoyfullife.com/) to write 5 random facts about myself.  I don't even know where to begin because I think I'm the most random person ever.

Here goes:

1.  Though I appear head strong, confident, self assured, blah, blah.... I'm actually very insecure.  I doubt myself all the time.  I get buyer's remorse at the drop of a hat when I buy something as silly as a pack of gum.  (inner dialogue: "I shouldn't be buying that.  Instead I should just save my money")  My husband rarely compliments me but when he does, I love it.  I need to hear that I'm doing a good job, that I'm a good mom, etc.  I know.  Lame.  I guess I'm a good actress..... keep thinking I'm strong people.

2.  I think I should've gone to medical school.  I love anything having to do with anatomy, medicine, surgery, facts about medicine, etc.  I can retain almost anything having to do with all things medical.  Weird-- because I barely know how to do basic math.  I gag when I smell really bad farts, so I don't know how well I'd do cleaning bed pans.

3.  I may be capable as a medium.  My mom tells me all the time how intuitive I am with people/strangers.  She had an aunt that was very intuitive-- maybe its genetic?  I'd love to learn how to "open the window" as they say; channel my inner eye.  I dream VERY vividly about people I haven't met and once, I had a dream that played out in real life (a horrible car accident involving a friend).

4.  All food agrees with me, except Liquid Smoke.  I despise anything faux having to do with food.  Sick.  If you're going to eat smoked food, it should be smoked and not saturated with something made in factory to make it taste like it had been smoked.  This piggy backs on my LOVE of all things barbecue -- pulled pork, ribs, corn on the cob, coleslaw, cajun.....  LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.  For my birthday I want to serve cochon de lait and do a low country style bbq.  Delish.

5.  I don't believe in Hell.  Its not a place-- it doesn't exist.  "Hell" to me is when bad people die who feel no remorse for harming others/animals.  They don't get to go to Heaven-- they just get buried in the ground.  Everyone else gets a free ticket to whatever their Heaven may be.  Mine is similar to the lodge in "Legends of the Fall" with puppies running everywhere and cinnamon rolls and Diet Coke and yacht rock playing in the air and I have an amazing ass and my hair is super long and I can speak French.