Caffeinated Randomness: Complete the Sentence

One of my favorite bloggers and magazine mates, Andrea @ Under Grace and Over Coffee, has a fun link-up every Friday.  Caffeinated Randomness {CR} explains my life right about now....I'm almost always caffeinated and always always random.

This week I'm reaching back to one of Andrea's CR posts that I absolutely love:  Complete the Sentence

Maybe I should organize my home desk....my piles are taking over the work space.

I love my nephew and niece! {and blueberry pie yogurt}

People would say that I'm quiet, but funny. It's us quiet ones you have to watch out for.

I don't understand football. I need lessons. I'm serious.

When I wake up in the morning I hit the snooze at least once before I actually get out of bed and then turn on the news so I don't fall back asleep.

I lost the state spelling bee in 1st grade. I didn't go very many rounds, but it was very cool to be there.

Life is full of unexpected surprises {the good kind that change your course}

My past is full of teachable moments.

I get annoyed when people go slower than the speed limit. I'm a woman on the go, people! ;)

Parties are usually fun....especially when I know a lot of people there.

I wish I had more courage.

Tomorrow I am lounging by the pool. Weather permitting. 

I have low tolerance for passive aggressive people.

I'm totally terrified of losing this good thing.

I wonder why I prefer salty over sweet.

Never in my life have I ever punched someone in the face.  Slap? Now that's a different story.

High School was not so great.

When I'm nervous I get sweaty palms.

One time at a family gathering I accidentally picked up a bottle of ketchup instead my bottle of rootbeer...yeah, made it all the way to my mouth before I realized what happened. We were at a restaurant. {Imagine how nasty.} I was in elementary school and immediately burst into tears out of embarrassment.  What can I say? I was a sensitive little one!

Take my advice: When you love Jesus it requires you to make choices contrary to your nature, but the end result is worth the momentary discomfort. 

Making my bed only happens when guests are coming over or I'm about to leave on a trip.

I almost always have a running inner commentary of what I wish was appropriate to say, but know never should be said. Stephanie can attest to that...