Big hair, big ideas and a big heart. Random musings of a woman who never sleeps in a city that shuts down at 6.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
She.
My favorite color is blue, although I’m quite partial to green, purple and red.
Childhood nicknames have included: Princess, Woody, Strawberry Shortcake; Red; Spot (for my freckles); and Queen Bee.
I have very small hands, my ring size is right about a 4.
I however, am not a size 4 – and I’m o.k. with that. I believe a woman should be curvy.
I have a lot of freckles and I sunburn very easily.
I made my face bleed as a child trying to scrub my freckles off.
I can roll my tongue.
My tongue is abnormally short, the lingual frenulum is attached too far toward the tip. But I can still tie a knot in a cherry stem with it.
I’m allergic to bee stings.
I collect bee themed stationary.
I got an A in my graduate accounting class without ever getting a single problem completely correct.
I’m an excellent cook.
I used to play cello, but I smashed the bridge post with my head through the back of the cello – leaving a giant hole.
I don’t remember how to read music anymore.
I’ve willingly eaten rattlesnake, rabbit, shark, and alligator.
Sadly, I don’t know how to rollerskate.
I’ve always wanted to go ice skating at Rockefeller Center at Christmas.
I’ve helped to butcher a deer.
I could never kill one.
But, I love to fish.
At nineteen, my hair suddenly started getting curly.
While I don’t believe in astrology, those who know me say my sign (Cancer) is pretty accurate.
I love to dance.
I took years of tap, ballet and jazz lessons.
I would love to be brave enough to try to make a living as an artist.
While I love watching football – I don’t know how to throw one.
I am incredibly ticklish.
My first car was a hideously ugly 1989 Ford Escort with pinstripes and a sun roof that my great aunt bought me. It got great gas mileage though.
I bought a standard truck without having a clue how to drive it.
I learned quickly. Aside from getting out and kicking it once in the middle of the street when I stalled it at a red light.
I can speed read.
I have three dimples when I smile.
I fully believe well done steaks are sacrilege. If I wanted to eat a hockey puck I would. As long as it’s not still mooing – I’m o.k.
I’ve never had a cavity.
I’d say I’m a horrible procrastinator, but I can do that later.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to fly a plane, and to knit.
I used to make beautiful quilt tops.
I’ve had my heart broken because of my own stupidity.
I am really good at wrapping presents.
I hate to shop.
My mother was afraid I would grow up and be an arsonist. I used to torch all of my toys in my Easy Bake Oven. Burning barbie heads really stink by the way.
I can twirl a baton.
I love legos and lite brights.
I always wanted a toy train set for Christmas.
I hate reality t.v. shows.
I’ve had brain surgery.
I’ve been in a drug induced coma.
Both happened when I was two months old and the nurse was supposed to give sedatives to my mother to calm her down, and instead gave them to me.
My parents were told I would grow up to be severely retarded.
I had a B.B.A., M.B.A., and J.D. by the time I was 23.
I used to have over 180 pairs of shoes, but now I have maybe 10.
I have very pretty eyes.
I also have pretty lips.
I’m very pale. My skin is almost translucent.
I eat tomatoes the way other people eat apples.
When I eat an apple I even eat the core.
I was raised Southern Baptist.
I was Lutheran in college.
Now I don’t really identify with any organized church.
I still consider myself to be a spiritual being though.
I feel closest to God outside, but I love stained glass windows.
My shoe size is a 7 ½ or 8.
I am the ‘classic’ hourglass shape. I have a 12 inch difference in my waist and my hips and my chest. It’s very difficult for me to find clothes that fit.
My first concert was Jon Bon Jovi. I was in third grade – and he said he was going to “play Bad Medicine” for that little girl and pointed at me. I thought I was so cool. Shut up. I was in third grade.
My family’s heritage is German, Irish and Native American.
I hate cigarette smoke.
In elementary school I had a pen pal from Australia who I thought I would grow up and marry and live in the Outback and raise kangaroos with.
I jello wrestled in college. But no one who knew me then would believe it.
I love crystal, china, good linens and nice things for my home.
I buy way too much food. I think it’s an innate fear of going hungry again.
I’ve woken up with a tarantula crawling on my face.
I love baseball, but only if I’m at a game. Watching on t.v. is excruciatingly boring.
Ketchup is disgusting. When I eat french fries (rarely) I eat them with barbeque sauce or mustard. And I like fries burned and a little soggy.
I have an amazing sense of smell, and remember times, places and people by their scent.
I’ve had chicken pox about six times.
I love blues and jazz.
I’ve been in a number of plays and musicals. My favorite part was that of Kimberly Bergalis in Patient A by Lee Blessing.
I crowd surfed in a mosh pit.
I’m incredibly shy and assertive at the same time.
I love really spicy food – thai, indian, mexican, creole, etc.
Because of the movie “Cats Eye” I was always afraid to sleep with my closet doors open at night.
I would love to have someone wash my hair on a daily basis.
I’ve seen ghosts before, but I’m not sure that I believe in them.
But everyone I know says my house is haunted - by a three year old boy.
I like to sleep nude. But I hate for anyone to see me unclothed.
I would love to be brave enough to do a striptease.
But I adore lingerie – and wear it for myself.
I love going camping but haven’t been in probably ten years.
I’ve carried the same $2 bill in my wallet for the last fourteen years.
I had five pet snakes that got loose in the house when I was in 5th grade. We never found them.
More than anything else in life, I want to be a good mother someday.
I’m amazingly good at trivial pursuit.
My left eye is slightly stronger than my right.
I started wearing glasses in graduate school, and switched to contacts in law school.
I’ve only mowed a yard one time. I don’t even know how to start a lawn mower.
I’ve changed my own oil though.
I’m an amazing shot with a rifle, but guns freak me out.
I used to sleep with a butcher knife between my mattress and box springs.
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