Blogging Challenge

Last night Allie emailed me to make sure I joined the all-cool-totally-spend-way-too-much-time-in-front-of-the-computer-blog-club! We have to blog for ten days in a row. I'm not sure that I am that interesting or have that much to say, but here's for day two.

In the middle of the night, up for one of the a.m. feedings,( which by the way are becoming fewer and fewer) I was pathetically thinking about my next post. And I thunked up a good idear. I have one of those question jars, you know the kind where you draw out a strip of paper and are supposed to answer the question on it? I have always thought if I ended up answering them all, the somebody who read them would end up knowing a lot about me. It has gotten pushed aside for years, I think I made it in Young Women's, and has been gathering dust just waiting patiently. So why not do one today? Sorry people who are not that interested in me, but only want to see pictures of my cute baby (hee hee).

Question: Describe two traits that you inherited from both parents.

Answer: I guess I'll start with my Dad first. This is very hard to do by the way. There are lots of things to choose from and it's hard to put my finger on who exactly my traits have come from. After thinking about this, I suppose I have recieved the ability to organize from him. My mom does a good job at this too, but my Dad seems to take enjoyment in it as I do. I like to put things in order, label things, have my spaces tidy and things put where I can find them later. (can you tell that I am a red personality?) I remember my Dad's office and books being in order all of the time. So are his spaces at home.

I think I also inherited the ability to put my thoughts down on paper from my dad. He is good at saying what he needs to very succinctly and fluently. I enjoy writing as well. I don't do it as much as I used to, but I love it. Thanks Dad!

From my mother I recieved the itch to dig around in the dirt. I love to weed the flowerbeds, weed the garden, plant flowers, go to buy flowers from the nursery, read books about plants etc. I remember starting to weed the flower bed once, enjoying the whole process, looking back at the places I had done and being very pleased with my work, when my mom came out of the house and said "You can't finish it all, because I want to weed some too!" We are wierd people.

Another thing from my mom is the ability to throw things away. We are of the mindset that if we don't use something for a month or so, why hang on to it? I find myself going through things and taking stuff to the DI very frequently. I am pretty brutal too. Poor Dusty, has to save his stuff from me all of the time! How is it that I need to go through my junk so often? I have no idea. Maybe the stuff fairies drop things off in the middle of the night, or maybe somebody needs to stop shopping on Ebay so much?