1. What type of cell phone do you have and how would you rate it?
I have the iPhone 3GS and I super puffy heart love it. I made fun of a lot of people for “selling out” to the iPhone craze…until I got one. Now I have no idea what I did without it.
2. What has been your most serious injury?
The only real injury I’ve ever had is I fractured the growth plate in my left elbow when I was 11 after falling out of a hammock. Everything else painful has been childbirth related and/or surgical.
3. What is one movie you hate and why?
I hate with a fiery passion the move Atonement. All I remember about it was that it was God-awful boring.
4. How many email addresses do you have?
Three-ish? A junk email, personal email and work email. I have others I’ve made in the past but never check anymore.
5. What website do you waste the most time on?
Facebook. It’s ridiculous; I just leave it open all day and refresh it when I run out of other things to do. But when you’re stuck in the same chair, staring at the same computer for 12 hours a day, you’re not too selective about what it takes to entertain yourself. Don’t judge.
6. Which Mexican restaurant makes the best salsa?
I’m a Texan, which just means salsa is one of the five essential food groups. I’m not picky about my salsa. I love it. Love it hot, love it cold, love it green, love it red. Whatever. Just as long as it’s not too terribly spicy.
7. What is your dream car?
A King Ranch Ford Expedition. *sigh* Oh, the leather in those babies is like buttah.
8. If you could spend up to $100 with no strings or restrictions or guilt, what would you buy?
Two massages. In the real world though, it’d probably go towards diapers or clothes for Claire.
9. What is your favorite board game?
I don’t really know. Heck I couldn’t even tell you the last time I played a board game. Devin keeps telling me how much fun Apples to Apples is. I even got it for him for Christmas, but it’s never been opened.
10. How often do you change your hairstyle?
Usually about once a year. It’s a vicious cycle: I grow my hair out. It’s long and I love it until one day I’m suddenly so bored and sick of it I could scream. So I go get it chopped off, and I love it. I love not having to fuss with it, I love that it’s not as heavy and hot, I love how flippy and cute it is…for about a week. Then I regret the cut with every fiber of my being. I really wish I would’ve let it grow out to the length I was aiming for. Maybe I should’ve just had some layers put in. I wish I would’ve had it colored or highlights put in rather than whacking it all off. So it grows back out until I hit the wall of frustration next year. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Y'all have a great Tuesday!


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