5 Things...

Getting To Know Me....by way of Gayla

5 things I plan to do before I die:
1) "hopefully" know the love of a husband and be blessed with children!
2) Travel to Jerusalem
3) Lose the X amount of weight I need and keep it off!
4) Get Published!
5) Live in the midwest
(I'm really letting God control my career ambitions, I'm wafting, so that is why I didn't put anything related to a film career down!)

5 things I can do:
1) sing (or at least I love too, I make to claims that it sounds good :)
2) cook - I'm one heck of a cook, I love to cook!
3) organize anything...and everything
4) I believe that I can write well
5) dance (again I make to claims that it looks good, in fact I'm pretty sure it doesn't, but I love it, it is the only time I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself, well that's not true, I can make a fool of myself everyday...I'm ending this rant right now!)

5 things I cannot do:
1) speak a foreign language (would love too one day)
2) fix a car...there is something under the hood...what???
3) lose weight (I sure am good at gaining it though)
4) understand how the stock market works...huh???
5) eat sardines...can't, sorry, no thank you, pass the potatoes please!

5 things that attract me to the opposite sex:
1)Eyes
2)Hands
3)Laugh
4)Smile
5)Humor
(all physical, what I'm sticking with in the answer to this question)

5 things I say most often:
1) Bless their heart!
2) Precious!
3) Oh Dear!
4) You been smoking crack? (a common theme at work)
5) I love you.
(I use a lot of pet names...those that know me know it's true!)

5 celebrity crushes:
1) Johnny Depp (I have to go with Gayla on this)
2) Gerard Butler
3) Christian Kane
4) The Fiennes Brothers
5) Matt Damon (I know he isn't necessarily all that special, but I think he is a dumplin')

Have you noticed that I feel the need to go in great detail about why I've answered a question the way I have...I don't know why I feel the need to do that! I just think you should be clear on my choices...I find it a little annoying...oh well!

Let's see, I'll tag Kat, Mary K, Mustang Girl, Well Woman and Becca

God Bless your day!!!

Comments

Bar L. said…
You crack me up because I am the same way! I always have to explain my choices too. Let's not analyze that to closely...it could point to insecurity or something.

You tagged me! I'll work on it!
6:16 PM
Holly said…
I will work on mine tonight! :) This could be interesting!
6:50 PM
Melissa said…
Well Woman - I'm comforted by our like mindedness...I agree let's not anaylze that to closely!

I'll check yours out Mustang Girl!
6:31 AM
Melissa said…
I'll fight ya!

Just kidden', you can have him if you want...I'll take Gerry Butler!

MMMMM-HMMM!
10:33 AM
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