I know it’s strictly DIY around here 95% of the time, but since it is Friday–we’re letting loose. I have been tagged no less than 12 times on Instagram to share 5 interesting things about myself, but Chris and I thought it would be fun to share these little silly/embarrassing facts with you readers right here instead. We’re so much more than DIY anyway. Are you ready for this?!
When I was a young boy in scouts, I once took a massive block of cheese on a winter campout as my snack, because I had heard that eating cheese helps keep your body warm. No crackers. Not even a knife to cut it with. I pictured myself lounging in a patch of green grass amongst the snow, sipping a lemonade and working on my tan. Instead I was just as cold as everyone else, except I had a pretty crappy treat that I ended up taking two bites of, then tossing it into the woods.
I look forward to Easter every year because that’s when Starburst Sour Jellybeans are available (I’m sure you can find them all year, just not as easily). I convince myself, every year, that they are my favorite candy of all time, so I buy like 8 bags. I eat them, and they really are good…but… I soon realize that they aren’t nearly as good as Sour Patch Kids, which are my actual favorite candy of all time.
There are two movies that make me teary eyed every time I watch them, no matter how many times I watch them – Cinderella Man, and Prince of Egypt.
I secretly (not-so secretly?) love it when people ask me for advice about cooking or food in general.
Notice the blog isn’t called “Chris Loves Renovating”? That’s because I hate renovating. Don’t get me wrong, I like the sense of accomplishment that comes with doing things ourselves. But I dread the process and I’ve been known to be a widdwe cwanky pants when working on projects. That said, Jules does enjoy it. And because “Chris Loves Julia”, the renovation happens.
I didn’t have much of a sweet tooth growing up (my has that changed!) and I used to hoard all of my candy from Easter, Halloween and Christmas in my top drawer and use it to bribe my sisters or mom to clean my room, or they could pay me money for some.
I wear a size 11 shoe. It is the worst. I used to squeeze into 10s because there aren’t many fashionable shoes that come in size huge. And then last year, I decided to stop wearing any size but my own because my feet always hurt. I now embrace my size 11 feet I have had since 6th grade. There’s gotta be a life lesson in there, somewhere.
When I was twelve, I was kicked by a horse in the shin. When we got to the emergency room the doctor was examining my chin for a good 3 minutes asking me if it hurt here or there. Then I directed his attention away from my chin and pointed to my bloody, open shin. I got 21 stitches and still have a very large scar on my left leg.
If it is after 9pm and I am tired, I can’t fight sleep. I have tried–hard. This has been especially embarrassing in the past when I have been on dates with a guy I was interested in and I fall asleep. Right on the date! Blllerrrrrg.