** The last fact-let in part three was that I have a list of non-negotiables where kids are concerned. That is important to know for item one in this post...**
* One of them is that I will not do the breastfeeding thing.
*I have already been lectured about this, and I don't even HAVE kids.
* I also want to give my children strange names.
* Working in a school has ruined a lot of names for me.
* I will not name my kids Brownie or Praline - which will only make sense to you if you've seen the movie Where the Heart Is.
* That is one of only fourteen movies I own.
* I own more Gaither Homecoming DVD's than actual movies.
* I did not like David Phelps when he first joined the Vocal Band. (Don't tell him.) (I have obviously learned the error of my ways.)
* I am IN one of the Homecoming tapings - Down by the Tabernacle.
* I would consider working for the Gaithers to be a dream job. (Unless they asked me to sing a solo.) (Then I'd just pass out.)
* For now, I just shop in their store, which, as you may remember, makes THE BEST caramel frappes I've ever had in my life.
* I didn't even like coffee until after college.
* My job drove me to drinking...coffee, that is.
* I've never had a drink of alcohol, unless you count NyQuil.
* I'm scared I'd become an instant alcoholic, so I don't even mess with it.
* In college I survived on a Mountain Dew addiction.
* I had to give it up after college due to stomach issues.
* I still miss it and gaze longingly upon it when others partake.
* I am good about avoiding it, though, because I don't want to go back to the ER.
* The last time I went to the Health Center at work, my blood pressure was near stroke level. (I am that scared of medical offices!)
* I know the BP is really okay because anytime I check it at Wal Mart, it's fine...and if it's fine at the Wal Mart, it's FINE.
* Wal Mart was where my first boyfriend and I went on dates because it was the only place in town open after midnight, which was when he got off work.
* After midnight is when I function best anyway.
* I hate mornings so much that growing up, I was literally hateful to my parents first thing in the morning.
* I would have tanned my hide for that if I'd been them.
* Maybe it's good I was born so late in their lives...they were too tired to fight me on it!
** This concludes my 100 random facts. You should make a 100 facts list. It's fun to see where your stream of thought takes you! **
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4 comments:
B,
Enjoyed the facts of your life... The content and random nature says much about how your mind works...
Would love to understand the reasons concerning breastfeeding. I only got a bottle, myself.
Well some of the reasons are not bloggable, but I will say this and then cower under the table while people chuck things at me.
A massive majority of my friends chose to breastfeed, so I have done a lot of observing of this whole thing, and here's what I learned.
Most of them cite that it's healthier for the baby. And I am not a scientist nor a nutritionist so I will not say that my theory holds any weight because it very well may not. But these people who swear up and down that it's healthier are the same people whose kids are ALWAYS SICK. Breathing treatments and allergies and rounds and rounds of ear infections and other stuff. Healthiest kids I ever encountered were bottle fed. It at least made me ponder.
Then there was the issue of the guilt. Oh my word, the guilt. I would read on Facebook (because people put extraordinary amounts of information in a status) about how how they only made it three months before they had to quit...for whatever reason...and they crucified themselves for being bad moms. Same thing if they quit at six months, or nine, or a year, or when the kid went to kindergarten. It seemed more torture than it was worth whenever they had to quit. Since I am likely to over-guilt myself about nearly anything in life, I don't see a reason to set myself up for it there.
But honestly, my biggest reason is for the dad. I have, burned into my mind, a scene in which I was at a friend's house, and the dad had already confided in me that he felt completely inadequate in his new role. He wasn't a natural like the mom was. And I remember the baby crying and he was trying comfort her, and she refused to be consoled, and the minute she got mom (and hence, the food) - instantly stopped crying. As long as I live, I will never forget the look of utter defeat on his face, and I was heartbroken for him. All he wanted to do was take care of his kid and the fact that he couldn't give her food was devastating to him. I want it to be equal opportunity for my husband. (Middle of the night too!!)
You are so sorry you asked, aren't you?
PS - I was bottle fed too.
B,
Very interesting.
But somehow I figure the "not bloggable" issues would have been more interesting.
How right you are. They're really good too.
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