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It’s that time again, here are 5 random facts that you might not know about me. A couple of months ago, it occurred to me that as my readership grows, a lot of you haven’t had a chance to meet me, so I decided to put a little more of myself into the blog. Now its time for round two; as a bonus I dug up some old photos from college. Enjoy!
- I was born at 3:22 am on March 22. If that isn’t cool enough, my mom’s watch stopped at the exact moment I was born. She still has it in her jewelry box, and it still reads 3:22. I feel like such an auspicious beginning should have come with special powers or magic of some sort, but almost 30 years in and I still can’t levitate a pencil or fly. Lame.
- I am terrified of spiders. I can’t stand to see them or be near them or their webs. I was driving home from college one summer, and I felt something tickle my arm. I thought it was a mosquito or something, so I slapped my arm and squashed this HUGE spider. It was dead, but I had arachnid guts on my arm and gross twitching spider legs in my cup holder. I managed to keep it somewhat together, but I sobbed hysterically the remaining 20 minutes of the trip and made my mom meet me outside our house with paper towel in hand so she could wipe my arm and remove the spider remains. Completely irrational, but I can’t seem to do anything about it.
- I have a brown thumb. I love plants, and I dream of having a kitchen windowsill bursting with luscious stalks of fresh herbs, but the only plants that I manage to keep alive are the ones that you only water once every few months. I am still a lot better than Andy though; he can kill a plant just by holding it or looking at it too long.
- When my mom was pregnant with me, she thought I was going to be a boy. The doctor, nurses and ultra sound pictures all said “girl”, but she was positive the they were wrong. Her first born was going to be a boy. She got over it pretty quickly once I was born, and there was without a doubt I was a girl. I mean, tons of frilly baby clothes, does it get any better?
- I was a very prissy girl when I was younger. I loved gloves and hats and shoes and pretty flouncy dresses. I wanted wear all of the pretty things and look like a princess every single day. It was so bad that I would cry if my parents made me wear jeans or overalls. There was even one occasion, when I was supposed to go to work with my dad who is an airplane mechanic, where my denim induced temper-tantrum was so bad I was threatened with jeans for a week if I didn’t stop crying and get dressed. Now days 80% of the time, I am in jeans or yoga pants.
I hope you guys enjoyed this post, or at the very least found it amusing. If you missed the first installment of this series, you can find it here.