5 Things

It's Sunday afternoon and the kids and I are bumming around the house havin a pj partay of sorts since the hubs is gone at work and it's stupid Spring Ahead and our normal Sunday schedule is ruined. My husband works in construction management and he has a ton of projects going on this month so we'll be catching a later Mass with him when he gets home.
So how bout you pull up a chair? I am delighted to have been tagged by the hilarious and fun Dwija for 5 Things, where I get to thrill you with 5 facts about myself! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

 1) I am the only person I know of who got kicked out of Girl Scouts.
I was a Brownie and then a Girl Scout for years, during which time I sold the crap out of their cookies and earned enough badges to make my sash look totally boss, until that fateful night when my friends and I showed up late to a meeting.
 Instead of attending the night like well behaved young ladies, we decided to continually ring the doorbell of the church that our meetings were held at  (since when do churches have doorbells?!). We would ring the bell, then run and hide behind some trees. Our troop always met in the church basement, and it was pretty flipping hilarious peeking through the basement windows, watching our troop leader throw her hands in the air and stomp up the stairs to find out who in the sam hill was interrupting her precious meeting.
We would wait till she was back downstairs, leading the troop festivities, her back facing the windows. The girls could see us, and this was ideal. We made faces and mimicked the troop leader's gestures. She had just gotten a new short haircut and a whole bunch of her hair was positively sticking up on her head in the most hilarious way, and we kept pulling our own hair into the air and pointing at it. The girls were laughing wildly and Troop Leader was NOT HAVIN IT.
 After several trips up and down the stairs and loads of mockery, she had grown quite furious and decided to bring some of the other women with her - a Girl Scout Leader Posse, if you will - and they stood at the door shouting "Girls! GIRLS!!!! We KNOW you're out there!!!"
 Frankly, it was exhilirating. My heart was beating superfast and I was cracking the heck up behind my tree, waiting to see if they would start chasing us or something.
They didn't. We finally ran on home, but that night, Troop Leader called my parents and told them my membership was officially over and I was kicked out. The End.

2. I like big (and small) birds and I cannot lie.
I am a hardcore bird lover. I like watching them, stalking them, feeding and photographing them. I shop at Wild Birds Unlimited to get high quality birdseed whenever the budget allows, because I aspire to attract the finest birds to my feeders, for I am cool like that. Here are some fine birds that I photographed recently:

 

 

 

 

poor little bird.

3) I am the extrovert's Extrovert. A few of my besties and I read up on the 4 personalities last year and we all agreed that I am a Sanguine. In fact they said that I am 100% Sanguine. Purebred, y'all. I could start a conversation with a telephone pole! useful, I know. I am loud. My laugh is very loud. Whenever I have a new baby, I make friends with all the nurses who visit my room and I never get any rest because of it. It is both gift and curse.
My husband is an introvert. Laid back would be a better description, I think. We compliment one another well and share the same sense of humor. Dan is always the one who helps me to reign it in, and I need that. When he says "um ok honey that's enough" in a quiet voice, I know he's just standing in the gap between myself and a moment of total humiliation. And I appreciate it. If it weren't for him in my life, God only knows what I'd be up to today.

4) I love pranks, in case you didn't get that already from #1.
Dan and I love playing pranks on each other. We have this one prank we play where you put something in the other person's pillowcase. It started a few years ago when he took  one of the kids toy finger puppets and put my glasses on it, then placed it on my pillow for me to discover. It was WAR from that point on. One day, I got a bunch of realistic looking carpenter ant stickers (you have it all, Joann Fabrics, you really do) and stuck them all over his pillow so that they looked like they were climbing up it. He walked into the bedroom and cried "HOLY!!! What the @$#%?!?!?!" and ran to his pillow with a shoe. It was seriously a highlight of my life. Oh the fun we have!! We don't do this all the time but last year we had it going for like 3 weeks on and off. These are all things we've put in each other's pillowcases: paper, pencils, grapes, a brush, toys, etc One night I put an entire broom under the covers on his side of the bed. I WIN. The best part is trying to keep a straight face while the other person is getting into bed all tired and ready to relax.

5) Ok, Internets, promise you can keep this on the DL? You have now entered the Circle Of Trust. You are most welcome.

Tag, you're it: my sweet sister in law Mary, Theresa, Jamie, Ashley and Beth Anne. Annnnnnnnd: Alexandra!!!