Everyone’s favorite series is back today. 🙂
I have a blogger and real-life friend here to share a little of her crazy with us. Let me introduce you to Megan over at The Butlers’ Quarters. Megan and I met in BFG (Sunday School) years ago before either of us had any children. Later, we were in a small group through our church with them so we met up every other week. She’s married to Austin and they have two handsome little boys, Baker and Fisher. She shares her life, home, and family with us over on blog. You’ll have to check her out! I’m so glad she’s visiting us today! You’re going to love her. Here’s Megan…
1. I’m overly addicted to hand sanitizer. If I pump gas, use a credit card machine to check out, or go through any drive thru (especially a pharmacy) then I MUST use sanitizer immediately. I thought this was normal? But when I asked people to help me define my crazy this was everyone’s first response…woops! I blame it on working in a doctor’s office.
2. I hate kids’ playgrounds. So. Many. Germs. They are GROSS! But they are also a lifeline with young kids. I suck it up and let my kids go. But you guessed it: we sanitize after playing. For some reason in my head, indoor playgrounds are way worse than outdoor ones. Sunshine kills germs right? Let’s pretend like it does.
Thank you Chick-fil-a for providing these wipes!
3. I ALWAYS have a reusable water bottle on me at all times. I might be overly obsessed. I carry it with me even to places that I know will have drinks! It’s not always accessible and it’s just easier if I can count on my own. I’ve taken a water bottle with me to weddings, parties, and various other dressy events. I just make it a fashion accessory and own it!
4. I have never gone to bed without taking off my makeup or brushing my teeth. I just can’t sleep if I don’t do these things first.
5. A few years ago, I read an article about how many germs there were on the back of your legs/feet after wearing flip flops out in public. Ewww gross! Since then, if I happen to wear flip flops in public then I have to wash my feet immediately when I get home. (see number 1)
6. Don’t even get me started on the rituals I use to clean my kitchen after I cook chicken. Everything needs to be thoroughly cleaned with bleach. I bag all the chicken trash and immediately take it out to the big outside can. I just can’t stand the thought of raw chicken yuck in my trashcan. Any cutting boards, dishes or knives that touch chicken has to go straight into the dishwasher. Bonus tip: I always open the door to the dishwasher before I get my hands nasty so the handle doesn’t need to be sanitized. And even though I don’t wash any utensil in my sink, it has to be bleached, you know since I washed my hands in it. I don’t even think this is overkill, it’s a necessity.
7. Speaking of poultry, I do not eat turkey. I noticed a pattern of getting deathly ill every Thanksgiving after eating turkey. So I decided I was allergic and stopped eating it. Austin and I got married on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. On the Wednesday before, my Mimi brought over chicken noodle soup and that evening I got super sick (think throw up everywhere). Well turns out she used turkey broth in the soup. The worst part is I had taken some red Theraflu before bed, and when I got sick in the middle of the night I was convinced I was dying. I mean wouldn’t you think that if you threw up red everywhere? Well, thankfully, it wasn’t blood, but I woke up everyone in the house before it dawned on me that it was just the medicine. Woops. But now I’m overly paranoid that I’m going to eat turkey by accident. So please don’t be offended if I double check what type of meat is in your crockpot.
8. I’m a double checker. I double check the doors, stove, and hair utensils before I leave the house several times. I also check every single door before I go to bed at night. Austin gets mad if I ask if he checked something because then he has to get out of bed to see. I’m pretty sure everyone does this! Right?
9. I might have saved the best for last…
This bottle right here haunts me. I can’t see a bottle of orange soda and not get incredibly nauseous. You know why? Oh yes because of this glucose drink.
When we first started fertility treatments in 2011, I had to do a 2 hour glucose test. After the test I drove 5 minutes to my doctor’s office for another procedure, and by the time I got there, I was very ill. I continued with the procedure, but by the time they were done, I was so sick that they had to call my husband to come pick me up. That day scared me for life. Flash forward two years and I had to repeat the test with both pregnancies. I was teaching at the time, and I had to ban all orange drinks from my classroom. I’m serious, if a student walked in with an orange Gatorade, I made them get rid of it. The sight of it was (and still is) enough to make me feel sick. In fact I can’t write anymore about it.
Wow! All right friends, that was fun! I think? If you don’t think I’m too crazy, you can hop on over to find me at The Butlers’ Quarters! Thanks for having me Erika!
Megan…thank you for OWNING IT and sharing your crazy with us today! I’m so glad you stopped by! XOXO
