6 Weird Things About Me (requested by Amy)

1. Eggs - I have not eaten them since I was 10. I can't stand the taste, smell and texture. When I bake with them, I have to take the umbilical cords out. I actually think of them as chicken miscarriages.

2. Making Chuck Share - I can't stand the idea of us not sharing the same bathroom sink. I have my own, but I refuse to use it. I won't use my own email address either. If I were to use these things of my own, what would be next...seperate beds?

3. My Toes - They look like fingers. They are double jointed and my big toe looks like a thumb. They creep me out sometimes. I would like toe surgery.

4. Using a Fork - Chuck pointed out years ago that I do a little stabbing dance with my fork before I touch it to the food on the plate. Recently, I noticed my mom does this as well.

5. Breathing - I still check on Patrick to make sure he is breathing at night. I think it is because of his prematurity and that he had an apnea monitor for his first four months of life. However, if I wake up and can't hear Chuck breathing beside me, I check him, too.

6. Empty Swimming Pools - A fear since childhood.

When Nicholas and I walked in the room from his bath, imagine my surprise!

The Bike

I won a mountain bike this week and it is purple! I have never won anything. I got the bike from Healthy Approach Market. I put my name in a drawing many weeks ago when I first started seeing the nutritionist. By the way, 19 pounds and counting!

The Bible

Two weeks ago today, we got to church when Chuck realized that he had put his Bible on top of the car while he put Nicholas in his car seat. I encouraged him to go home and look for it, but he was sure it would be in the driveway. Not true! Not only was the Bible lost, but the two checks for the offering were gone as well. Wednesday of that week, Chuck got a call in the banquet kitchen from Human Resources telling him that Bank of America called and they had his Bible and the checks! On Friday, I went and picked it up at the bank and they said that an older gentleman had brought it in. He had found it while walking along the highway and saw the checks and that the Bible was given to him by his grandparents, so he thought he should return it. He tried to call us at home (as did the bank), but we have our old phone number on our checks and apparently the bank still had our old number in their records, too. The nice gentleman did not leave his name. Don't you love random acts of kindness?