"Scrap means left over, fragments, discarded material. Many times truth and honesty are discarded material, considered fragments and left over. People like us need to tell it like it is, and let the scraps fall where they will."
1. Sometimes I make fun of people in my head when I go to the gym. Terrible. I know. But it’s the only thing that helps pass the time. I don’t make fun of everyone, just the people that need to be made fun of like the guy at the gym with the bright blue spandex and the awesome mustache, and the girl who shoved a disc-man the size of a brick down her sports bra, oh, and the guy that walks around in cowboy boots and cut-off jeans. So unless you fall into those three categories you’re on safe ground.
2. I have a thing for goatees. More specifically, goatees on Nate. I like them because they give Nate a little edgy look (as edgy as Nate could possibly get). Nate won’t grow them because he says, “Ginnie. I’m NOT edgy! Plus, they don’t look professional.” Well, my dear that is debatable. I guess that would depend on what profession we were talking about...
3. When I was little my dream was to be on American Gladiators or Soul Train. Some dreams never die.
4. I have a hard time with commitment. Nate is lucky he got me to say a full “YES!” when he asked me to marry him, instead of a, “Ummmm, I don’t know. Can I get back to you on that?”. I’m not sure why I am like that. I still have some deep rooted issues I’m trying to sort out. That is assuming that there is a issue with having a lack of commitment. In my opinion it’s not that I have a lack of commitment, it’s more that I like to keep my options open.
5. I try to avoid having pictures taken of me on my left side. That side would be considered my man-ugly side. I prefer my right side which is my not so man-ugly side. It’s true. Even Nate, when he asked me to marry him, had to stop in the middle of his proposal and say, “Ummm, Ginnie? Can you just turn your face to the side a little bit more?…Your man-ugly side is starting to show”. I’ll show you sometime.
6. When I was younger, like middle school age, I use to play a game with all my friends at church. We called it the honey moon game. The game was quite simple. There was just one rule and that was to turn every conversation you heard into something dirty, like something someone might say if they were on their honey moon (hence the clever name). And guess what. If the right people were around I would still play this game. You say grow up and I say, I wish I could.
7. I’ve been accused of having a dirty mind. Pu-lease! It’s not that I have a dirty mind, it’s just that my mind needs constant entertainment and I can’t help it if making light of all that’s sacred happens to be my source.
8. The first time I swore I was in the 4th grade playing a heated game of tether ball. My BFF, Michele, was winning, I was losing. I jumped up to slam the ball Micheal Jordan style, if Micheal Jordan played tether ball, instead of hitting the ball with my fist, I hit it with my wrist breaking a blood vessel in the process. In retaliation I yelled out, “DAMN IT, MICHELE!” it was the most liberating feeling ever.
9. And while we’re on the subject, I rarely swear. It’s just not me. I find it unnatural to try to even work it into a sentence. The only times I usually swear is to make Nate mad or to end conversations with him. It works like a charm. The conversation usually goes like this; *Nate comes home to a bowl full of Mac N’ Cheese (and a hot dog thrown in for added protein) He says, “Ginnie, I really wish you would make dinner every now and then”. Since this is a topic I don’t want to discuss, all I would have to say is, “Damn it!” then he would turn around and walk away. He refuses to continue a conversation with me if I start to swear. This has worked out to my advantage. (I love you honey!)
2. I have a thing for goatees. More specifically, goatees on Nate. I like them because they give Nate a little edgy look (as edgy as Nate could possibly get). Nate won’t grow them because he says, “Ginnie. I’m NOT edgy! Plus, they don’t look professional.” Well, my dear that is debatable. I guess that would depend on what profession we were talking about...
3. When I was little my dream was to be on American Gladiators or Soul Train. Some dreams never die.
4. I have a hard time with commitment. Nate is lucky he got me to say a full “YES!” when he asked me to marry him, instead of a, “Ummmm, I don’t know. Can I get back to you on that?”. I’m not sure why I am like that. I still have some deep rooted issues I’m trying to sort out. That is assuming that there is a issue with having a lack of commitment. In my opinion it’s not that I have a lack of commitment, it’s more that I like to keep my options open.
5. I try to avoid having pictures taken of me on my left side. That side would be considered my man-ugly side. I prefer my right side which is my not so man-ugly side. It’s true. Even Nate, when he asked me to marry him, had to stop in the middle of his proposal and say, “Ummm, Ginnie? Can you just turn your face to the side a little bit more?…Your man-ugly side is starting to show”. I’ll show you sometime.
6. When I was younger, like middle school age, I use to play a game with all my friends at church. We called it the honey moon game. The game was quite simple. There was just one rule and that was to turn every conversation you heard into something dirty, like something someone might say if they were on their honey moon (hence the clever name). And guess what. If the right people were around I would still play this game. You say grow up and I say, I wish I could.
7. I’ve been accused of having a dirty mind. Pu-lease! It’s not that I have a dirty mind, it’s just that my mind needs constant entertainment and I can’t help it if making light of all that’s sacred happens to be my source.
8. The first time I swore I was in the 4th grade playing a heated game of tether ball. My BFF, Michele, was winning, I was losing. I jumped up to slam the ball Micheal Jordan style, if Micheal Jordan played tether ball, instead of hitting the ball with my fist, I hit it with my wrist breaking a blood vessel in the process. In retaliation I yelled out, “DAMN IT, MICHELE!” it was the most liberating feeling ever.
9. And while we’re on the subject, I rarely swear. It’s just not me. I find it unnatural to try to even work it into a sentence. The only times I usually swear is to make Nate mad or to end conversations with him. It works like a charm. The conversation usually goes like this; *Nate comes home to a bowl full of Mac N’ Cheese (and a hot dog thrown in for added protein) He says, “Ginnie, I really wish you would make dinner every now and then”. Since this is a topic I don’t want to discuss, all I would have to say is, “Damn it!” then he would turn around and walk away. He refuses to continue a conversation with me if I start to swear. This has worked out to my advantage. (I love you honey!)
10. I laugh when I am in uncomfortable situations.
11. Uuuuuh, ha... ha, ha. Ha, ha, heeee, heee, ha..... Ha..... HA!.
(that was awkward)
*This is not an actual conversation. I would never add hot dogs to Mac N' Cheese.
This is the part where I shamelessly try to get you to comment...
So, what's your "scrap"? Inquiring minds need to know.
Or, at least my inquiring mind does. :)
12 comments:
cmon. . . hotdogs with Mac n cheese is the BEST. Totally what I grew up on and now my kids dig it (eric may not but suck it up}
Love how honest you always are and make life so real. hope all is well. just waddlilng around waiting for this baby to slide out of me. starting to feel it (if you know what I mean). I'll keep you posted.
very nice. loved it. I have yet to do a tag on myself. not that I haven't been tagged. I have been.....plenty. Your great. And make Nate some dinner!
I totally forgot about the honeymoon game. We need to play that one again, who cares about growing up! So funny!
I definitely don't believe you have a man-ugly side! You are beautiful1
First off.. did Nate REALLY say that when he proposed?!?!?
Also. This was hilarious and minus the gym bit... It was me!!
Scrap happens.
Emily, believe it. It's true and
Stephanie, no, Nate really didn't say that, but it would have made for a good story if he did. ;)
Ginnie,
I'm a slacker! Sorry for not responding until now. Your three kids are the cutest! Sounds like things are going well for you.
You're funny. I like to read your stuff, it makes me laugh.
Unlike you Ginnie, I'll keep my scrap to myself, so that you think I'm perfect, oh wait,I mean what scrap?!
Well you need to commit to Vegas, it wouldn't be fun without you. then we could play all the silly games and do the weird stuff we used to.
My scrap... I curse so much that even my sainted husband has started letting a curse word slip here and there. I'm imressed you find cursing "unnatural." You are a saint in my book.
Ginnie, You don't really curse do you?! I thought you were an angel. Ha!
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