I admit it. I'm guilty. I was totally blog stalking my HS friend's fab blog when I saw this questionnaire.  I thought to myself, "Eureka! What a brilliant idea!"…My inner conscious mind was really saying, "I haven't figured out how to not offend people with any of my other blog ideas so this looks like a good deterrent." And since my last two blogs were 25 things about me and then 25 things about Travo-bo-babo, this might be a good way to wrap up our self-absorbed blog posts and then finally get on to more important things in the world.  But really, it's proven that people love talking about themselves and I am certainly no exception. Anyone who knows me, knows that. So keep calm and read on if you feel so inclined….

MINE

I Am…currently feeling under the weather with a sore throat, extreme fatigue, and malaise. Basically- I feel rotten on top of my normal feeling rotten.

I Want…a pair of Louboutins.  ERRRMAHGERRRRD! I WILL one day have the Filo's…in black and nude. I don't need a lecture on how ridiculous the price is…I know. Let me want, okay?

I Have…THE best husband in the world! I know that every wife says that, but they're not married to Travis Young, thus, they speak lies when they say that phrase. No seriously, Travis really is the best. NO- he really is. There is no room for compromise on this one, folks.

I Wish…I had millions of dollars to give to the ASPCA commercials with the Sarah McLaughlin music in the background. I have to turn the channel every time because those eyes of the dogs and cats make me cry…okay- we need to stop talking about it now. sniff. 

I Hate…satan. And how he torments people I love, including myself. I know that we have victory over him in Christ, but I can still admit that it sucks and some things are harder than quoting verses out loud. If it was 'easy', then every Christian everywhere would be SINLESS and there would be no need for what Jesus did for us on the cross.  There is nothing 'easy' about grace and how we received it. Ask Jesus…He's the one that died for you.

I Fear…the unknown feeling of being happy with my body. Sad, I know. But if we were all honest, how many women would say that they love themselves and their body? Yeah- that's what I thought. I've never known that feeling either, thus, it's a little scary (actually, freaking TERRIFYING) to give up my pseudo-control and work on that. "Here Liz! Go eat this double cheeseburger and milkshake and fries!"….yeah right. 

I Hear…the sweet sweet sound of our washing machine and dryer.  I cannot do laundry because of all the bending and lifting it involves, thus, it falls on the shoulders of (let's say it in unison) "The Best Husband In The World". And he does it without complaint. You can say the phrase again if you like. 

I Search…awesome steals and deals everywhere I go. Thou shalt never pay full price. It's my 11th commandment. And just like I definitely break some of the 10 commandments, I'll break this one when the 'oh-happy-day' comes where I can easily afford those red soles….the hallelujah chorus will also begin to play wherever I walk and everyone I pass will stand in reverence to the amazing shoes that just rocked their world by passing them by.  

I Wonder…what God has in store for Travo and I. I know that it's something great and bigger than I could ever imagine, and I love to ponder what's to come.  I CANNOT WAIT!

I Regret…letting people's opinions control so much of my life and my happiness. 

I Love…that I have a stronger bond with my horse than many people who ride every single day.  There's no doubt that Swayze knows I'm "his person" and in his own animalistic way, he gets "it". 

I Ache…every. single. day. Hello vertebral fracture. Maybe I should have more sympathy for people with back pain since it's a part of my every day life, but really I don't.  For some crazy reason, I believe that my pain supersedes theirs and they don't have room to complain.  Wrong, I know- but I never said I was a perfect person. 

I Always…worry and don't allow God to take away my anxiety.  He even says, "Be anxious for nothing!" and what do I do? Yeah- I worry. I scratch my head until it bleeds because I worry so much. I'm pretty stinking sure that's not in His plan for me.

I Usually…cry when I'm angry and frustrated, not when I'm sad. Wait, no, I cry when I'm sad too…I'm just usually more angry and frustrated over things.

I Am Not…perfect, nor will I ever be. So why do we place such a high standard for people TO be perfect? Why do we expect perfect bodies, perfect lives, perfect jobs, perfect EVERYTHING when we know it's unattainable? The only perfect person to ever live died for us. 

I Dance…in the car when I'm listening to my Glee station on Pandora. Don't hate.

I Sing…NEVER! Maybe at church…but seriously- small animals run for cover when I open my mouth in an attempt at harmony, or something of the sort.

I Never…want to think about the day that one of my pets or family members will go see Jesus.  I change the subject quickly. Like now.

I Rarely…have a morning where I don't wake up to an ice cold Diet Mountain Dew.  When Trav or I are lying in bed and we say, "Do me"…it really means, "Dew me" and please go get a diet dew because otherwise, I'll never wake up. 

I Cry…didn't we already answer this?

I Am Not Always…happy. SHOCKER! I know. You would think from my crazy-high-pitched greetings and my typical stride being a skip, that I'm ALWAYS happy. Nope. Believe it or not, I'm human and have highs and lows. So sue me. 

I Lose…all sense of reason when there is something sparkly and shiny. OOOH where!?!?!

I'm Confused…how anyone could possibly truly believe what the republican candidates stand for. I'm all about agreeing to disagree for the protection of friendships, familial relationships, and even from relationships and conversation going sour- HOWEVER, in my mind I think you're an idiot. Just saying.

I Need…to become a director with Mary Kay and earn a pink cadillac so that Trav can be my "Caddy Daddy" ;)

I Should…really stop writing blogs. I could be so much more productive with something that actually makes a difference if I didn't type these things and think people actually cared. I read some blogs and say, "Why do they think anyone wants to even read this crap?"….yeah- well I know the same is true for this one.

HIS

(Trav's original version was not PG rated and revolved around special moments between a wife and her husband. Now on to round 2.)

I Am…amazing. Everything my wife said about me- true.

I Want…to catch every fish in the stream. And on those rare occasions where I catch no fish, it is a sad day. A sad day indeed.

I Have…a booger. No wait- I have….I have…a fragile and sensitive, big ass dog. He'll eat you. For real.

I Wish…I was clever enough to think of a joke right now, but nothing. So I wish everyone would know about Jesus. Good enough.

I Hate…the MCAT. It is a god-awful test designed by the devil to devour the souls of innocent pre-med students who simply want to do good in the world. Seriously, the MCAT needs to die a slow, painful, tortuous, death…it should take the MCAT the same amount of time to be killed as I spent studying for it. Stupid MCAT.

I Fear…the MCAT no mo!

I Hear…I don't hear anything. Am I deaf?

I Search…for fish. We've been over this. I love catching fish.

I Wonder…if there's a bigger fish in the next hole down the stream.

I Regret…the stupid fish that got off. I swear he was the biggest fish you've ever seen. He might have been able to eat Duke.

I Love…my beautiful, wonderful, amazing wife. (Liz: I didn't put him up to that, folks!)

I Ache…every morning when I wake up. Should it physically hurt to wake up in the mornings? That's why I put it off to the afternoon whenever possible.

I Always…shake it twice. Three times and you're playing with yourself. (Liz: ughhhhhhhh.Trav!)

I Usually…don't take anything seriously. Like this list.

I Am Not…afraid of the gospel Lord! The power, Your love to save my soul now I'm alive in You. It's a song B.T.Dubs.

I Dance…I really don't. But on the off chance you did see me, it's probably a slow song.

I Sing…in the shower. Rub a dub dub in da tub.

I Never…fart underneath the covers and hold my wife's head under while I laugh hysterically. It's never happened. Ever. (Liz: BOLD FACE LIE!!!!!)

I Rarely…shart. It has happened on a few occasions, hence rarely. However, when I do shart, it's in front of a room full of people and on the floor with a 5 pound Yorkie lapping it up. Wear underwear. You let me down.

I Cry…at the end of every summer when watermelons are gone. It's a sad day.

I Am Not Always…serious. Obviously.

I Lose…control when I see my wife's rocking body. (Liz: What do you want? Why are you sucking up?)

I'm Confused….never. I'm a genius. Norman Einstein has nothing on me.

I Need…cookie cake. My achilles heel of fitness. 

I Should…stop doing this list and go get cookie cake. Or fish. But it's midnight, so cookie cake it is.