April Blog Challenge: M is for Me

I both love and despise scary movies. I can't really put a finger on why I enjoy watching them, but I can put several fingers on why I don't. A year or so ago, I watched Paranormal Activity and it scared me so bad, I admit, I had to sleep with a light on. I was literally scared of every shadow I saw. And I watched the movie at like 10am. This past year, I got up the courage to watch the second one . . . same result. I just couldn't turn the light off when I went to bed. I'm sure in about a year, I'll have worked up the courage to see the third one, and again, I'm sure I'll have to sleep with a light on.

I don't care what time of the day I have to wake up for work, I still hate it when my alarm goes off. Especially in winter, it's just cruel and unusual punishment to make me get out of my wonderfully warm bed. Because it's colder than a well-digger's ass outside of those covers.

I refuse to get pedicures because my feet are so ticklish. Once I nearly kicked a girl off her stool when used the srubby brush. I felt really bad, even though I'd had no control over the action. It is safer for all pedicurists that I refrain pedicures.

Speaking of feet, I don't like feet. I don't want to touch someone else's feet, even fresh out of the shower. I don't want someone touching mine. It is, however, okay for me to touch my own feet.

I am currently loving the song "Springsteen" by Eric Church.

I could marry Josh Turner's voice.

I think of this song when people hurt me or piss me off . . . or my friends. Because it makes me laugh instead, and there is a teensy bit of truth to it.

I love how the world is silent when it snows.

After my last psycho roommate, I have come to the conclusion that my next roommate will be a husband. If he's lucky.

Part of me wants to go Disneyworld on my honeymoon, just so I can go to the Harry Potter park. Sad, yes. Another part of me wants to go on my dream cruise - 2 week Mediterranean.

I have been dying to see Rascal Flatts in concert for 12 years. In the beginning it was all bad timing. Now it's price. One concert I checked out, the seats were well over $100. I love me some Flatts, but not at that price.

I saw Nickelback at the same venue I checked for Flatts tickets, a year earlier. Nickelback tickets were $55.

As I write this, I'm starving. Must go raid cupboards.