And that's why I call myself weird...

So I think I'm weird. And I am pretty sure there are several others that are reading this that are nodding your head...

Here are some reasons that I know I'm different :) (Not that being different or weird is necessarily a bad thing... I just happen to like to point out my own oddness...)

1- For one thing it's almost midnight and I'm blogging about how weird I am...

2- I'm something of a tom boy- I don't own any dressy pants- I rarely wear a full face of makeup if I wear make up at all, 9 times out of 10 it's just eyeliner and eye shadow and chapstick. Anytime I curl my hair or wear earrings or actually put more than 10 minutes towards getting ready, at least 5 people ask me what I'm dressed up for... Like I curled my hair the other day for the first time in like 2 years since my brother got married and everyone asked me what I was all dolled up for... I mean I did look good but yeah, it's a bit obvious I never get dolled up... I get dolled up so rarely I had to take a picture to document...

3- My boys are crazy and lets be honest- I'm kinda-sorta ok with it. They don't break windows and they don't yell cuss words (at least not usually and not without getting busted). They are just full of energy which I try to wrangle but sometimes I just have to sit back and enjoy the crazy insane-ness that is boy-hood. 2 little guys just wrestling around screaming can sometimes be entertaining to a weird-o mom. They are well disciplined at home and they just are full of energy...

4- Sometimes I really enjoy being totally insanely silly. Like at kareoke night when I insisted that everyone have an amazingly absurd costume and I sang at the top of my lungs to a country song no one in the room knew or had ever even heard of (and I only knew because for some reason my 6th grade choir teach thought it'd be a good idea to teach to us) full well knowing that I don't have the best singing voice... yeah well sometimes I like being silly. Or when I was teaching Young Women's one sunday and I had just barely stopped nursing and my hormones were raging and I tried to tell a story out of the New Era about a girl who had to dress up like a hot dog when she worked at a grocery store and these kids kept hiding behind her and kicking her and stealing the candy she had to carry around in a bowl and I was laughing so hard telling the story I started bawling but laughing at the same time and the girls looked at me like I was totally insane but I still giggle everytime I think of that sunday...

5- I don't do pretty. You know, cross your knees, be polite when someone is rude, wear shoes when you go outside, always have a full face of makeup and your kids prim and pressed and dress nicely when you leave the house... I'm more of a chill, don't tell me my buisness, sunglasses in the hair as a hair accessory or better yet hair in a pony-tail, walk my kids to the bus stop in sweats kinda gal...

6- I don't like to clean. In fact I truly am the epitome of domestically challenged. I try to clean, I just have cleaning ADD. I can't focus and I can't dedicate all that extra time to overcome my ADD so my house is always a little cluttery and "really lived in" as I like to call it :)

7- I dance around my house singing at the top of my lungs to my kids all the time! Some of the neighborhood kids have been witness to this and just look at me like I'm crazy... just ask them, they told me I was weird once... ;)

8- I like to take pictures of random weird things I see. Somtimes it's people, sometimes it's clouds or plaques on a cruise ship in "intesting" shapes, sometimes it's little kids that look like dead comedians... I'm like a freakish momma-razzi. Here's some of my latest snaps...

This lady was totally skinny except... not.... I'm baffled... I'm not really trying to be rude but seriously... what is going on here?


And tell me this next little kid doesn't look like a mini Chris Farley... he was playing at a park we were at and I couldn't help myself... I just held the camera in his general direction and snapped... He was stinkin cute though...

And Dan snapped this one but I would have if he wouldn't have... another paparazzi shot of the guy at the race...



So yeah, I guess this post is me obsessing over what I probably falsely assume people think of me but hey- it's my blog :) And I'm sure there's people who don't invite me to things cuz my kids are outta control in their opinion, and I'm sure there's people who look at me and wonder why I wear Transformer shirts, and I'm sure there's people who think I'm just plain odd but really- I'm very very very happy in my own little world and I double dog dare you to have as much fun as I do. It's quite entertaining being me! :)