6
Oct
Getting to Know Me
random things you may not know about me:
- i have an apostrophe in my first name
- my brother and sister both have hyphens in their first names – my mom apparently had a thing for punctuation
- i’ve visited all fifty states
- i sleep with a teddy bear that i got on my 9th birthday; hubby is no longer jealous
- the bear is in very good shape for a teddy that has been cuddled nightly for nineteen years
- i had saved my brother’s “runny babbit” for him because i figured one day he might appreciate the nostalgia, especially if he procreates – i’m sure it got thrown away when my mother moved
- i’m a firm believer that love is never enough
- my backyard is the best!
- i moved to the beach because a coworker’s untimely death reminded me that we’re not guaranteed tomorrow
- i refuse to put anything off until retirement
- i grew up raising ducks as pets
- i also had a brief stint raising goatlets
- my favorite number is 13
- hubby is 14.5 years older than me
- until we got married, i called him “my boy”
- the first time we met, i called him boy… the first time he called me, he identified himself as boy… i asked “which one?”
- i’m an overly nostalgic person
- the literary character i used to identify most with was “caddy” in william faulkner’s the sound and the fury
- i still do, even though i’m not that person anymore
- i should probably put some thought into re-evaluating that but a part of me wants to hold on to that part of me
- kurt vonnegut is my favorite author
- my favorite books include vonnegut’s cat’s cradle, faulkner’s the sound and the fury, and clive barker’s imagica
- some of my favorite movies of all time: the shining, dirty dancing, the shawshank redemption, the crow, thr33s0me, amadeus, charlie brown christmas, seven
- i lived next-door to a corpse for three weeks… in july… in florida… and couldn’t figure out what the god-awful stench was that was pervading my apartment
- i’ll never not recognize the stench of death again
- i came close to dying and had my gallbladder removed when i was seventeen
- that week in the hospital was one of the best week’s of my life
- i could totally be a demer0l add!ct – that stuff rocks!
- i am a tv junkie
- i don’t believe in regret
- the things i should regret made me the person i am
- my husband is my second true love
- i was fourteen when i fell in love for the first time
- due to strange circumstances, my feelings for him were always intertwined with another boy
- i know that it was true love because, after a terrible event and years trying to hate him, i still love him
- i believe in forgiveness but i don’t believe you can ever forget
- likewise, i think it’s nearly impossible to re-earn trust
- i am still good friends with two people i met before first grade
- after all these years, i still have a tendency toward the macabre
- especially in thoughts – i worry over ridiculous things
- i got teased as a kid for listening to richard marx
- i still like his music
- and i still love bon jovi
- i generally notice eyes before anything else
- i have beautiful blue eyes when i have eyelashes
- they are sometimes green and, twice that i remember, violet
- my eyelashes started falling out during the gallbladder hospitalization when i was seventeen
- i miss my mother tremendously
- she’s not deceased (that i know of)
- i’ve forgiven but not forgotten
- i’ve had a long history of great friends suddenly having nothing more to do with me
- i know it’s something i have done but i’ve never figured out what
- i have many very clear memories of the first house we lived in in orlando circa 1983
- one is when i was jumping on the couch with hard butterscotch candy in my mouth and fell on the coffee table face first – my front teeth got pushed up into my nose and i screamed and cried all the way to the hospital
- i wasn’t crying because it hurt, i was crying because i couldn’t suck my thumb
- i kicked the dr when he tried to cheer me up by blowing up a rubber glove and putting a face on it – he clearly didn’t understand that i couldn’t suck my thumb and WAS NOT in the mood for his crap
- i never had much of a relationship with my sister growing up
- she’s twelve years older than me
- she’s one of my best friends now
- my most embarrassing moment (i wish it had only been a moment) was when i ruined one of my best friends’ wedding
- i’ll never write about it
- i’ll never stop feeling badly about it either but i learned a valuable lesson from it
- i have a completely useless college degree
- i went to college to become a chemical engineer or forensicist
- calcII ruined that for me – only class i ever failed in my life
- i blame the nervous breakdown that i suffered after being robbed and pistol-whipped
- i only met my grandmother a handful of times but i was very angry at her when she died for putting up with the things that she did
- sometimes i am uncertain whether i like the person i am more than the person i was
- i wish i could figure out how to be both