A friend of mine posted this on Facebook and I liked it before I realized that liking it meant I’d get a number and would “have” to post that number of random things about myself. She gave me 20 things, knowing I’m a blogger, so I’m copping out and doing this as a blog post (which is better than copping out and not doing it at all, right?). So, here we go…
- I dislike saying words that have a “roar” sound in them. I find words like “aurora” and names like “Rory” rather hard to say. I’m not sure why, but I don’t like them. The same goes for the first two words of the phrase “rear wheel drive”. It’s the two R sounds, I think, and I’m just not a fan of saying them out loud because I find it difficult.
- I love butterflies, and will even try to catch them. But I cannot stand moths, and have been known to run screaming away from them as they circle lights in the summer. Not. A. Fan.
- On the topic of bugs, I’m great at catching lighting bugs. It was a favorite thing to do when I was a kid, and I recall collecting tons in jars, and adding twigs, grass and leaves. I’ll still chase and catch them now, and even taught my nieces and nephews how to do it one summer, though now I don’t keep them in jars… I just let them go.
- I go through color phases. I have moments where I love certain colors. In high school, I went through an orange phase. I’ve had graphite grey phases, red phases, and hot pink phases. Even, at one point, brown. I don’t know why I randomly gravitate towards certain colors, but I’ve tried to be conscious of it and avoid buying all one color at a time.
- I love the smell of new books, magazines, and other printed materials. Often, the first thing I do when I get a new book, or a box of printed materials at work, is stick my nose in there and sniff. It’s one of the best smells in the world.
- If I won the lottery tomorrow, I’d probably keep working. Or I’d at least continue to do something to keep me in a routine and busy, like volunteering on a strict schedule. I need structure in my life, and don’t think I’d do very well without some kind of regularity.
- I ruptured my diaphragm when I was 2 years old. It was a combination of being born with a weak spot in the muscle, and being an active kid. I was pretty close to dying when they finally figured out what was wrong and brought me into surgery. For years I had dreams about parts of the ordeal (though never the pain, thankfully), but yet my scars have never bothered me. Quite the opposite, in fact. They remind me that I’m here for a reason, and that I made it past that because I was strong.
- I have had glasses since I was 5 years old. And yet, I don’t ever recall being made fun of for having them. I’ve also never hated having them, in terms of how they looked on me. My not wearing glasses (and wearing contacts instead) is simply a convenience thing. I like being able to wake up and see right away, and not have to worry about sacrificing comfort to see the TV before bed.
- I get teary at least once a week thinking about my grandparents. Papa and Nani were my idols, and I was fortunate enough to be able to spend a lot of time with them growing up. I miss them a ton, and think of them every day, at the most random times.
- I regret not taking voice lessons in high school. I kind of like singing, but I’m not all that great at it. It’d be totally awesome to be able to get up at karaoke night and belt something out, sounding great. Instead, I just skip karaoke nights altogether, spare one or two times I just went with the flow and laughed at myself.
- I cannot resist bubble wrap. The best way to pop it is to lay it on the floor and jump around like a maniac. Yup.
- I don’t care much about celebrity gossip. I never really have… not even when I was a teenager. I just… have better things to occupy my brain space with.
- Kevin was my favorite Backstreet Boy. Still is. I have no shame.
- My husband and I often communicate in such a way that exhibits a very strong mental connection. In some cases, it has caused problems with other people… like the time we played Pictionary with the family and quite a few people got mad because one of us would get about 3 lines into a drawing and the other would guess it correctly. I’ll admit, it’s a little weird. But I like it too.
- Sometimes, I wish Trixie were the kind of dog that allowed for dressing up better. But then I realize how hard of a time I have, sometimes, deciding what I’m going to wear. If I were managing two of us, I’d never get out of the house on time.
- I often wish I could adopt a second and a third dog. But the ordeal with Trixie in February (not to mention her broken tooth a little over year ago) makes me glad we only have one pet to worry about financially. I’m sure one day, we’ll have multiple pets… but for now, I’m just thankful the one is almost off all of her meds and back to herself (minus some hair–thanks prednisone).
- I love blankets, and the weight of them on top of me in bed. It makes me feel warmer and more secure, I think.
- I hate Comic Sans font. I understand its origins, but still loathe it. I would be totally fine if it was obliterated right this very second and ceased to exist forever. There are way better fonts out there. Tons of them, in fact.
- I am a night owl. I love being awake at night, and always have. I have trouble functioning in the mornings, especially early, even after months of trying to establish a routine. Mornings just don’t happen for me.
- I was adopted and recently found my birth parents, and other family, including two biological brothers. It’s kind of a long story, for another post, but it’s too cool not to share it here. I spent 30 years wondering who I looked like, why I looked the way I did, and all sorts of other things, and those questions were answered this past summer. It’s amazing, and I’m so lucky to have that connection now.
So that’s it… 20 fun random things about me.
Since this isn’t Facebook, I’m not going to ask you to like this for a number. But if you’d like to share something fun about yourself in the comments, please do!