I’ve decided that maybe you should get to know me better. I’ve been thinking on and off about this ever since I read this post.
My response to her question was that, basically, it takes some guts to put yourself out there for anyone and everyone to see. Normally, I’m not a huge fan of guts, but I thought I’d give it a whirl.
So, welcome to the first edition of “Cara, by the Numbers.”
(I also think that writing this might lead to an awesome scrapbook someday. Kind of like an ABC book, with a twist. If anyone has seen anything like this, I would LOVE to view it.)
On with the show. (On with the tell?)
I’ve been off the east coast one time in my life. For our honeymoon, we went out to Napa & Sonoma Valleys in California. Gorgeous. If you ever have a chance to go there, DO IT! You will not regret it. Not only was the wine fabulous, but we were surrounded by acres of indescribable scenery. We found something new and amazing and breathtaking at every turn.
Our honeymoon was also the first time I took an extended trip with my husband. I quickly realized how lucky I was to have married him. After a week of being with each other (and only each other) 24/7, we still had a ton to talk about and we weren’t even close to being tired of each other. That’s amazing, and something I think many marriages lack.
Speaking of my husband, I have only had one love in my life. Yes, I dated other people, but he’s the only one I can say I truly loved. That’s pretty powerful stuff.
If I could choose to have just one drink for the rest of my life, it would be Coca-Cola. And while I’m choosing, I’d also choose to make it calorie-free. (Yes, I do know that this already exists in the form of Diet Coke, but it is NOT THE SAME!)
I have been hospitalized one time, and even then only for a few hours. When I was sixteen, I skidded on some gravel and wrecked my car. The witness who saw me says I skipped the ditch and actually flew about 50 feet before colliding with no fewer than four trees. It still remains the most traumatic experience of my life, one that I don’t really remember. I do remember feeling as if I was on fire from the powder in the airbag (very hot!) I also remember throwing up when they wheeled me through the hospital at what felt like 80 miles per hour.
I’ve only really been scrapbooking for a little over one year. The short amount of time seems almost surreal to me, because I find myself thinking about things in terms of scrapbooking or pictures or journaling, and I often wonder how I thought about things two years ago. Now, I look at the cherry tree out front, and think, that would make a gorgeous spot for a portrait. Two years ago, I would have said, hey, cool tree.
I love the show One Tree Hill. I don’t know why. My husband hates it, because he thinks it’s confusing.
Hmm...I think that's good for now. Stay tuned for next week's exciting episode: TWO!