Oh. No. She. Didn't.

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

So, yesterday, she said it. Right there in the comments of my last post. She said IT. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I tried to pretend I didn't read it, but I had.

Right there in black and white.

What did she say? Who said what, you ask?

If only it were that simple.

Most of my adult life people have said, "Don't I know you?" "Really, I DO know you from somewhere." "There is something so familiar about you." "Are you sure we haven't met before?" "Oh, we HAVE met before. I recognize you." "Not sure where we have met, but I know we have." "You look so familiar, maybe I know your mother?"

But, I don't know any of them. Not a one. Nope. Not even when they argue with me, do I remember ever having met them. Not a single one of them. I have moved around so much throughout my life, it is almost impossible for me to even run into someone I once knew from high school, much less middle school. You see, I don't know them and they don't know me. Really, they don't. But, they feel like they do.

It is because I apparently look like someone famous. Well, mildly famous. Famous in the world of Christian music. I think she is my mother's age and, frankly, she looks more like my mother than my very own real life mother. Go ahead, go SEE for yourself!

I know, I know. I look like Sandi Patty. Trust me, I DON'T sound like her. Not one little bit, thus confirming that I am not of her flesh and blood. But, it took me several years to figure this one out. One of my friends finally told me how much I looked like a younger Sandi Patty and that she noticed it the very first time we met. Then I started to wonder about the simple fact that I must look so ordinary that everyone and their mother seems to think they know me. Maybe it wasn't because I looked so ordinary, after all. I looked like someone famous. After that, when someone started the creepy dialogue of how they really do know me and they must figure out how our paths crossed in a "previous lifetime," I bust out with the whole Sandi Patty theory. I usually hit the nail on the head.

Sandi Patty is OK. Surprisingly, I am not familiar with her music. I wasn't raised in a Christian home and we never listened to Christian music. She looks alright. Yep, I got her nose. Nothing to brag about there. Yep, we both dye our hair some form of blonde/light brown. Boring. Yep, we both seem to share the same figure flaws. Ya know, not fitting into a size 2 now or ever. Not in her lifetime, not in mine. (And, I am being kind to the both of us on that one.) She is alright. (I am sure she is an awesome Christian woman who desires to glorify God in all that she does. THAT I wouldn't mind be mistaken for...EVER.)

But, honestly? Ya all want to mistake me for looking like SANDI PATTY?!?! Not someone hot, young, and sexy? Not, Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie? I'll even take Christie Brinkley, Cindy Crawford, or ANY model on the cover of any parenting magazine? Yeah, I know I am lying to myself. But, this is not something I brag about. Nope, we just keep it under wraps. Now that I have shared this with all of you, we must never speak of this again.

Got it, Lisa?

Never again. ;0)