Owning More Crazy

Happy Thursday everyone!

This morning I'm linking up with Christina and doing another rendition of Owning My Crazy.  To see my first confession session last month click here. 

Word. 

I would encourage each of you to 'own your crazy.' You don't have to publicize it anywhere, but next time you're sitting in traffic, taking a bubble bath, or just have some down time....think about all the things that make you, you. I promise you'll get a chuckle out of it. And you'll likely have a new sense of pride, too!

So here we go!  Ten more crazies.

Everyone I meet thinks I'm uninhibited and outgoing. 85% of the time that is true, but when that 15% of shyness creeps in, I literally have to give myself a pep talk. When my friends say things like "oh Katy will do it - she's not shy," I have to take a deep breath, pep myself up, and let my extrovert take over. And I'm okay with it - it pushes me out of my comfort zone. 

I absolutely prefer cold cake. Room temperature cake is okay. But put a cake in the fridge and I'm all over it. When I was in high school, my mom made a cake and put it in the freezer to use a few days later, and I ate half the cake. Straight out of the freezer. Cold cake is my kryptonite.

I think the perfect of coffee has one and a half splenda/stevia/truvia, whatever. Not one, not two, but one and a half. I've tried to adapt, but it's just not the same. Which really poses a problem when I make coffee in the morning. Save the half splenda packet or throw it away? It's a struggle. And I"m totally that girl who orders 1.5 splenda in her Starbucks coffee.

I mentioned this in my original post, but I sleep with my heating pad every.single.night. Winter or summer, spring or fall - I have to have the heating pad. My mom and sister are the same way. It's a Reeves thing. 

Similarly, I absolutely hate being cold. Heat makes me happy. The other day I got a slight chill in the car so I turned the heat on high. Then I looked at the outside temp and it was 89 degrees. High heat inside and 89 degrees outside. That's how I roll.

When I work out on the cardio machines (elliptical, crosstrainer, etc.) I choreograph dances. I have done this since high school. I pretend I'm on DWTS or SYTYCD and choreograph countless dances in my head. The thing is, choreography makes me happy, so I often smile while I'm doing this. So to the other gym members, I probably just look like the girl who's having the time of her life on the elliptical.

If there's one thing I hate in life, it's raisins. I love grapes, but the dried version is just nasty. .....but I love dried cranberries and blueberries. Tell me how that makes sense.

Sometimes my mind wakes up before my body and it scares the bejeezus out of me. I'm awake, but can't move, and so it's this terrifying paralyzed feeling. This happen to anyone else? No? Okay maybe I should get this checked out.

I think odd numbers are ugly. If the stars align to where I'm supposed to get married in an odd year, I'm likely going to have a super short or super long engagement. Give me all the even. 

I wear my shoes into the ground....and can't part with them. I get a lot of compliments on my shoes, and in my head I'm like "please don't look too close." Chances are they have holes in the soles, teeth marks on the heel from when Char was a puppy, or they're tearing from overwear. I know. It's a problem. 

Whew! That's enough crazy for today. I'm so weird. Have a fantastic {almost} Friday everyone! 

....and OWN IT, PEOPLE.

Until next time,
Katy