If you are a TSPeep and hit up our blog regularly, you probably already know that I am a sentimental married mom of twins who loves to cook and believes laughing is the best medicine. However, there are definitely some slightly embarrassing things about me that you don’t know. Since Lauren shared her list of 9 Things You Don’t Know about her, and it was such a hoot to read and so well received, we thought it would be fun to make a series out of it. Without further ado, here is my list.
7 Things You Don’t Know About Me
- I had a mouthful. As a youngin, when the chompers started coming in, it was apparent home girl was going to need braces. I mean, my mom called me goat girl for crying out loud. So, I got braces. I had them twice, for a total of 7 years. When I headed back to the orthodontist for a second attempt to push my horse teeth back, it was discovered I had an extra tooth and the doc suggested we go ahead and pull my wisdom teeth, 4 molars, and the extra ditty I had hanging out smack dab in the middle of the bottom of my mouth. All in all I had nine teeth removed. The ortho assured us if we did as he suggested, we would have a fighting chance at getting my mouth looking less like a beaver and more like the million dollar smile people have told me I sport today. Listen, I’ll take the compliment. I caught a lot of shit for those teeth. People used to neigh at me.
- Getting pregnant was a bitch. Ryan and I really did go through hell trying to get pregnant. In total, it took us over two years to get a couple buns in the oven. I was diagnosed with unexplained infertility, which I to this day cannot believe is a real diagnosis. It took two rounds of unsuccessful IVF attempts and a new doctor to determine that I did in fact have an issue with my lady parts. I finally met my miracle doctor who truly gave me the gift of life. Times two. The moral of this story: You must be an advocate for yourself and your health. Do not take one doctor’s opinion or advice as the end all be all. Do your research and talk to people.
- I believe “everything happens for a reason.” I just told you I could not get pregnant. As it turns out, the doc who helped me is connected to my family in some way. When I was on the hunt for the best, I was encouraged by my dad to contact one person in particular. This person was the father of a child my dad saved from drowning over thirty years ago. He also happened to be a pretty well known baby doctor in the area and when my dad was giving me some guidance as I navigated my infertility journey, he knew this person would be able to help us. So, like always, I do what my dad tells me and I contacted this “blast from the past.” He remembered my dad. I promptly sent over the list of my in-network doctors and he faxed it back with one name circled. I believe my pop was supposed to save that boy’s life and his daddy was supposed to tell me exactly where I needed to go to create life of my own.
- Ryan and I graduated from the same high school, however, we were not high school sweethearts. GO LIONS! Ryan and I have known each other for over twenty years. We first met when my mom and his dad were being baptized into our family’s church. We would meet up again in high school #ScandalOfTheCentury and end up running with a group of friends who are all still very much our friends today. Within this group of people, many have dated, scammed or married someone else from within the group. High School peeps, you like the scammed reference? LOL. Our town is like Mayberry. Not many people leave and of those that do, most come back. We are fortunate to have grown up in a place that has bred so many stellar individuals I get to call my friends, literally to this day.
- I have never dyed my hair. Ok, let me clarify. One time, I had some bozo put what she called “caramel” highlights into my very dark brown, already naturally highlighted hair. Not the look I was going for. I think it was a combo platter of me being traumatized from that look and the fact that there was way too much maintenance involved when one dyes their hair, so I never changed my hair color ever. With that being said, granny grey beard over here needs to take the plunge and I DON’T WANT TO. There. I said it.
- I went on an Illinois Collegiate Tour. First stop. Quincy University. Soccer Scholarship. Big One. Had too much fun. Lost it. Came home to lick my wounds and headed to good ole College of DuPage. I continued to play soccer and would end up rounding out my collegiate soccer career at Eastern Illinois University. Gosh we had a good time. I ended up blowing out my knee within the last few minutes of our first game and red shirting and rehabbing… my knee. I graduated with a Bachelors Degree in Literature. I thought reading my way though college was a brilliant idea. College was fun. All 3 of them.
- I don’t have a resume. I have worked for one company my entire life. Our dad’s. I started working for him immediately after graduating college and have literally never left. However, when Nicole would come and assist at the office, our dad would get all Donald Trump and fire her ass. I’m serious. She has been fired by our own father.
There you have it friends. Some things about little ol’ me ya probably didn’t know. That was fun. It was a little bit like a walk down memory lane.
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