If I were a...

I have been tagged with a list of fun questions by the gorgeous Ms. Kate over at Southern Belle Simple. If you haven't already... GO VISIT HER! Her blog is adorable and always, always fun, especially for us southern gals. I don't have many everyday staples, but Southern Belle Simple is definitely one of them.

Ok, here goes...

If I were a month, I would be October. The beauty of October always surprises me. Every single year I forget how bright and brilliant the leaves get on the tree in my front yard, not to mention, in everyone else's. I love the cool air and getting ready for Halloween and knowing that the winter is coming, but for a little longer, we can play and enjoy ourselves before everything turns brown or gets covered in white.

If I were a day of the week, I would be TACO TUESDAY! Every Tuesday is Taco Tuesday in the Slaughter house. And if I forget, well, let's just say, things get ugly.

If I were a time of day, I would be the moment I go check on the kids just before I go to bed. I can't describe how it feels to look down at those sleeping little babies, chests rising up and down. They're so still. They're faces are so peaceful. And they're mine.

If I were sea animal, I would be a jellyfish. Why? Ummm... not sure. For starters, they're pink. And also, have you ever looked at a tank full of jelly fish? I could stand there forever just watching them move. It's mesmerizing. Well, to me anyway.

If I were a direction, it would be north. SO KIDDING! I am southern through and through. I would be south. So very south.

If I were a piece of furniture, it would be a chiffarobe. Ha. Gotcha on that one, huh? I love that word, chiffarobe, because the first few times I saw it, I had no idea what it meant. In To Kill a Mockingbird, it was the piece of furniture Mayella Ewell asked Tom Robinson to come over and chop up for her. I think it's just a chest of drawers... which will work, too.

If I were a gemstone, I would be a pink pearl. I like pearls. I like pink. Pink pearl.

If I were a tree, I would be a magnolia. Oh how I love magnolia trees. The blossoms, the smells, the way you can hide underneath the really big ones without anyone seeing you.... In fact, I have a great book idea about magnolias brewing in my head right now.

If I were a flower, I would be a magnolia blossom. (Please see above explanation.) Plus, they smell like fresh lemonade.

If I were a kind of weather, I would be the cool of the evening. That has to be the best part of the day. Genesis 3 talks about God walking through the Garden of Eden in the cool of the day. If that's when God decided to take a stroll, that's what I want to be.

If I were a car, I would be a mint condition 1970-something Range Rover. I saw a 70 model once in the parking lot of the Donut Hole in Destin and almost cried. Maybe someday....

If I were a place, I would be the bank of my Grandpa's pond. When I was little it was the spot I would go and talk to God. When I was a teenager, it was the spot I would go and talk to God. When I was in college, it was the spot I would go and talk to God. When I lost Grandma, it was the spot I went and talked to God, then hurled rocks at Him. We're cool now. Today, I still go there to feel close to Him... and also to throw rocks at turtles. Why does that never get old?

If I were a fabric, I would be linen. It's my favorite. No explanation I guess. Dang you, Labor Day!

If I were a scent, I would be Riviera Sun by Victoria's Secret. It's been discontinued for far too long. I still dream that they will bring it back. I have found nothing since that I love they way I loved that scent. Curse you, Victoria's Secret!

If I were a song, I would be Nichole Nordeman's Take Me As I Am. And you know I gotta share some of my favorite lyrics. Oh, for a heart that does not ache, For a backbone that won't break, For some steady feet or sturdy ground, A road that isn't gonna let me turn around and run. Oh, to feel hope in hopeless times, Never mind the silver lining 'cause the clouds are fine, To breathe prayers that move the heavens, Or save hundreds from the flames, To know my place, to know my name. But the gap grows wider, Between who I am and all I aspire to be. Wow. If only I could have written that myself.

If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be these.

Are they not absolutely hideous? I know. But every time I see someone walking in them, I get a little lump in my throat. They were my Grandma's favorite. She wore them everywhere. If I can walk in the same paths as her... I'll be ok in this world.

Alright, now it's my turn to tag someone. And I pick my friend, Lori, at Everything Edgin.