[cute getting-to-know-me post inspired by M.R.C. Just Me]
I am...Carrie Kindred -- baker, blogger, brunette, world traveler, short order cook (to a picky husband) and sometimes cleaning lady. You know, when I'm not too busy ranting to you people.
I want...American 110V outlets in my apartment. Do you know how many of my appliances have been rendered useless by the crazy 220V European ones? Do you? More than ten. My kitchen weeps in despair. (My hair, however, loves it's new flat iron. So I can't complain. Too much.)
I have...five more hours until husband is home and the weekend (an actual weekend!) begins. Husband is hardly ever home on actual weekends. Mostly we have weekends on Tuesdays. It's terribly inconvenient.
I wish...Bobby Franklin would grow a brain. Or resign. Or be attacked by a honey badger. (It's the night-shift induced sleep deprivation talking on the last one, I'm afraid.)
I hate...APO mail. I also wish we had a normal address. Even if it did mean we'd have to pay international shipping.
I fear...three words that start with the letter "d." Bonus points to whoever guesses them first.
I hear...that everyone in blogland has a new baby. Seriously. Like, everybody. (i.e. Megan, Naomi, Natalie, Steph) So many tiny fingers, tiny toes and adorable nurseries! It's like baby-palooza exploded on my reading list. In a good-ish way.
I search...for teapots. At every opportunity.
I wonder...if anyone has actually calculated the number of licks needed to reach the center of a Tootsie-Pop. What with all the commercials, you'd think it would have been done somewhere. Like maybe by Russian scientists. Maybe?
I love...when my silly husband sings along to Ke$ha/Katy Perry/Pink while we're becoming hopelessly lost trying to find some castle I googled. (He's going to murder me for this. If I don't post for a while, you'll know why.)
I ache...for more adventures. There is still so much of the world I haven't seen, so many things I haven't done, and so many restaraunts that need to be sampled. Wait, what? How did food make it in that list? Alas, my true colors emerge.
I always...check my facebook, blogger, and goodreads accounts as soon as I wake up. In that order.
I usually...brush my bottom teeth before the top. But sometimes I get a little crazy and switch it up.
I am not...a patient person.
I dance...like a fool. Seriously. It's bad.
I sing...along to Glee.
I never...fall asleep in the pitchblackdark.
I rarely...get truly angry.
I cry...infrequently these days. But when I'm sleepy, I'm a big baby. Just FYI.
I am not always...organized. My normally color-coded closet is in disarray, and the laundry I put in the dryer 24 hours ago has yet to be taken out and folded. Oh, procrastination, my old friend.
I lose...my glasses, house key, camera, and ID on a daily basis. Husband gets annoyed, but he shouldn't, becasue he does it too. And 99% of the time, I'm the one who knows where his stuff is. (But not my own.)
I am confused...by any form of math. It's a miracle when I efficiently balance a checkbook.
I need...a cat. For lonely stuck-in-the-apartment-on-night-shift purposes.
I should...go get the laundry from the basement. But chances are I won't.