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.
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.