Who wants to know??? You do!

Yo yo yo amigos! I thought I'd switch things up a little bit and participate in a linky today. It works out perfect since I'm too lazy to think of anything on my own, and I just know you're on the edge of your seat waiting to know more about me. You lucky beasts. So I present to you...courtesy of the one and only Mamarazzi...

We want to know!

1. Which activities make you lose track of time?

Doing intensive online research...and by research I mean reading CELEBRITY GOSSIP! I love a good train wreck! And watching episodes of Arrested Development. I could seriously watch it all day long. In fact, I think I will.

2. Is there such a thing as perfect?

Umm...have we met? It's part of the requirements to be in this family. My offspring are my definition of perfect. I see perfection in their smiles, their belly laughs, their shining eyes, and their dimpled cheeks. But then again I also see perfection in an iced cold Red Bull...sooo...I may not be that easy to impress.

3. When do you feel most like yourself?

I feel most like myself when I'm in my comfy clothes snuggled up on the couch while my little hooligans wrestle on the floor, Little Miss Presley doing gymnastics on the couch, the pups curled up at my feet, and my Hubs with the TV turned on way too loud to try and hear over the kids war cries. It's like the stars are in alignment and I can literally just let my hair down. Those moments are the best part of my day. They're loud and hectic and someone always ends up bleeding. And I LOVE it. The craziness, not the blood.

4. Describe your life in a 6 word sentence.

"Wait until your Dad gets home!"

5. Share one of your most beloved childhood memories.

Oh man...this is a tough one. My childhood was, well, different. And to top it off we were a military family who was always on the move. One of my favorite memories is after my parents divorced. I was about 5 years old and I lived with my mom in a tiny apartment in the ghetto, literally a country away from my dad and brothers. It was a hard time, but she always had a way of making the most of it. Looking back I realize how tough this must have been on her, yet she always did her best to give me great experiences. Like this one...We used to lay on the floor of our barren apartment, huddled around our tape player (one of our few possessions) and sing at the top of our lungs to the Beach Boys song "Kokomo". We'd sing it for what seemed like hours. Just rewinding and playing again. It was nothing extravagant, it was nothing crazy, it was just a tender moment between mother and daughter that money could never buy.

Holy crap. Stop making me emotional before I start crying the ugly cry and bust out the old cassette player!

I need to go call my mom now!


Have a wonderful Thursday my friends.....I'd better go medicate tend to my children of the corn before they start revolting!

Keep it gangster!