100 Things Mella

An incomplete, somewhat incoherant list of 100 little-pieces that make me who I am:

I have weighed 180 – without being pregnant.

I was more comfortable with my body before I lost the weight. (I didn’t realize I had been ‘heavy’ until people started complimenting me on being thin.)

Pot sa vorbesc romaneste. - I can speak (some) Romanian.

I am petrified of heights.

I’ve never lost anyone close to me. (I’m petrified of that as well.)

I’m a Christian.

I thrive on change (in my own life)

But I get nostalgic watching those around me evolve and move on.

I am pro-life.

But, I avoid debates (of any kind – I loathe them)

I don’t own any new fangled personal gizmo’s (palm pilots, cell phones with camera’s, ipods, etc)

I would either break or lose them if I did.

I’ve lost my wedding band/engagement ring for months at a time.

I am a good listener.

I can sing, but don’t.

I am nosey.

I have had mono, hepatitis and lice all at the same time. I was 20.

“22” is my favorite number.

I am older than my husband.

Up until I met him, I was convinced that I was never going to get married.

I was 22 when when we exchanged vows in a local garden.

He is the only person I’ve ever slept with.

I’ve kissed more people than I can count on all fingers and toes

I have (unknowingly) kissed someone who was in a serious relationship with another girl.

I still feel bad about it.

I can forgive others with ease, but have trouble forgiving myself.

I am a worrier

I worry at least once a day that my son is not going to wake up from his nap.

Daily, I feel as though I'm not the mother/wife/writer/friend that I should be.

I don’t keep track of new music.

The last CD I bought (for myself) was The Cure, Galore (to replace the one I’d played into oblivion.)

I do not have an eating disorder, but I do have very disordered eating habits.

The spicier the better.

I eat my pizza without meat or cheese.

I don’t eat red meat or pork.

I can watch hours of the food network,

But I’ll never actually make any of the dishes I see prepared.

I read the magazine covers in store checkout lines – especially any with pictures of (alleged) celebrity weight loss/gain.

The headlines make me feel better about my low-pressure, non-celebrity life.

I love Disney World.

I am not a beach girl (I like to be busy and lying on the beach for hours bores me.)

I prefer vacations to involve theater, museums and ‘old stuff’ (ie: visiting ruins, tours of old buildings, etc.)

Aside from a select few, almost all of my closest friends have been male.

I do not have a favorite color. (If forced to choose, I would say sage. Maybe.)

I was awarded a Red Shovel in high school, as the superlative for the student who could shovel the most BS.

This skill proved very useful in college.

I can “shop” all day and not buy anything.

My third grade teacher saw ‘talent’ and encouraged me to write, which drew my attention away from my first goal in life:

When I was eight, I thought I was going to be the first woman in the NBA.

I’m 5’6.

I played soccer for 13 years.

I have never smoked anything.

I love grocery shopping.

I drink far too much coffee (black - with Splenda)

My favorite job was as a coffee-girl at a local café.

I have vomited on public transportation.

I have visited at least 12 countries.

I can not roll my tongue

or whistle

I am always cranky when I wake up.

I was fired from a grocery store for stealing a kiwi.

(I was innocent)

My feet are perpetually cold.

I love the rain.

I sing jingle bells all year round.

I’m unabashedly proud of my son – even when all he’s doing is flapping a diaper and toddling around the living room.

I am profoundly affected by others.

I can accomplish anything that I set out to do,

Unfortunately, I can also be terribly lazy.

I can easily be deterred and discouraged.

I’m a terrible housekeeper.

I could eat ice cream every day – twice.

I change my outfit at least once before leaving the house for anything.

I fear buoys and objects that lie beneath the surface of water.

There are pieces of myself (or my life) in many of the characters that I create.

I have to crack the window whenever someone sneezes in a car.

I should not be allowed to hold babies while watching football - I tend to jump and scream.

I am never satisfied with anything that I write.

I am sarcastic.

Prior to meeting my husband, I was a shameless flirt.

I lived off of bread, jam, mustard and egg whites for four months.

I don’t like most “chick-flicks.”

I have the memory of a gnat when it comes to movies; I forget them completely within a week.

I abuse punctuation (ellipses and semi-colons, especially.)

Considering that I’m home all day, I don’t actually watch much television.

Exceptions: House, My Name is Earl & The Office

I am allergic to penicillin.

I love to critique other’s writing,

But I hate putting mine out to be critiqued (in a workshop setting.)

I am not thick-skinned.

I always feel guilty not giving money or food to homeless people that I pass on the streets.

I have traveled cross-country.

My favorite flower is the Calla Lily. I carried three of them down the aisle.

Perfume makes my nose itch. I don't wear it.

I fear failure, to the point of not trying.

I hope to have at least three children

But, I’m terrified to be pregnant again.

I gurgle, inexplicably.

I am often at a loss for words.

Despite my worrisome nature, I strive daily to trust God with my life.