7 Random Things…

So, I am finally doing my 7 random things post which I sort of put off because I had the hardest time thinking of anything interesting or not completely embarrassing. But here goes. Now you will know the real Kristi:

1. I am terrible at directions, to the point of ridiculousness. I can drive to your house 20 times and still have to call my husband/you/any known relatives for directions. If I venture past a 5 mile radius of my home, I'm in serious trouble and you'll probably be getting a call from me. When I go home to Boise, my husband has to tell me how to get places…you get the idea…
   
2. I Hate shaving my armpits/legs and rarely do it. I actually should feel more embarrassed about this than I really do. I remember in high school, I had a friend who would bring a razor to school for me because when we would perform for dance team in front of the school, those outfits would for real show our pits and she was too embarrassed for me to actually perform that way. Aww, that makes me sad.
   
3. Boogers and snot gross me out beyond logical comprehension. Worse than barf or poop. When my husband and I were first married, he would "farmer blow" and we nipped that action in the bud immediately. That's not how the Wright family rolls. And snarfing? (Isn't that what Hayley named it?) That's just wrong—especially those who do it at Church in the middle of Sacrament meeting… Merciful heavens. Oh, and you know when kids gag on their snot and it makes them throw up. I can hardly handle that crap. (Yeah, give me armpit hair, but snot? No way…I'm weird)
   
4. I LOVE skiing (bring on the 80's, baby!) Unfortunately, I had to give up the dream. See, I had a major crush on this guy in high school and he asked me to go skiing with him & a bunch of his friends at the local resort. So, a huge group of us (and when I say us, I mean me & a bunch of cute guys & girls I had never met before) are skiing away and I am dying to make a good impression. Well, I make one of sorts. We were waiting in line to get on the chairlift and the guy was going to ride it this cute girl. For some reason, right before the chairlift picks them up, I slide out past my "line" and the chair picks me up first, then it picks up this guy & the chick. But since I'm sitting in the middle of the chair, my right ski kicks this girl onto the ground, and the guy ends up on my lap. They had to stop the entire chairlift, with everyone turning around to see what had happened, so I could scoot over for the dude…needless to say, we never really dated much after that…
   
5. I'm so sorry to tell you this, but I apologize constantly. Ad nauseum. For anything. I know it's annoying and I'm so sorry. Sorry if I keep apologizing.
   
6. I dated a guy in high school for a while that had a blonde permed mullet. That's right: not only the male permanent, but a mullet to boot. Until one day he gave me a country CD for my birthday (I've blocked out of my memory who the singer is) and dedicated a song about "Loving Someone Forever" to me, and even back then in my naiveté, I knew I could never love someone with a mullet forever…
   
7. I sweat like a mad fool. Like a dude sweats. People stare at me at the gym, and boy, how I wish it was for the shear genius that is my body, but I know it is not. It is because I come out after a workout looking like I just walked through the shower completely clothed. One time after a spin class, a strange lady came up to me and was like, "I guess that was a really sweaty class today…" Thanks lady. Yo momma.
   

Be my friend if you dare after reading this…and don't tell anyone I told you.