Once when I couldn’t think of anything to blog about, I posted a list of random things about myself. Every once in a while, I’d add another list. A while later, I stumbled upon #100things tags.
Let it be known that I am never actually ahead of the curve; I just occasionally trip near the curve and land there by accident.
- I kinda like being a nerd.
- I once had an earring stuck in my ear for over 2 years and had to have it surgically removed.
- I like the creepy, greenish light that appears in the sky before a tornado.
- When I was 8 or 9, a carton of glass pop bottles broke and cut a gash in my left shin, where I still have a scar.
- I drive a purple car.
- I cry more easily than anyone I know.
- I used to work at a battered women’s shelter.
- I have never been arrested.
- I had a severe case of croup as a child and can remember being in the cold clammy oxygen tent in the hospital.
- I am very good at Nintendo Tetris.
- I once had a dog named Oliver and a cat named Cherry Pie.
- My father died when I was 8. I have about 4 memories of him and I think about them from time to time because I used to have more.
- I must cut my sandwiches down the middle.
- In high school, I loved corduroys and clogs. I didn’t sneak up on anyone.
- I still have my original “See Jane run” reader.
- I can’t stand cilantro.
- Please call me Patricia. Not Pat, Patty, Trish, or Tricia.
- I like to iron.
- I get seasick, airsick, or carsick at the drop of a hat. I’m a fun traveling companion once we get there.
- I’m sorry but jazz really just gets on my nerves.
- In junior high, I told people that Journey’s Steve Perry was my second cousin.
- I have certain stock answers when stuck at trivial pursuit. Some of them include Ty Cobb, the Beatles, and the South of France.
- I’m annoyed by the boogers that form on pump dispensers of lotion and liquid soap.
- My favorite Beatles song is completely impossible to narrow down but In My Life is right up there.
- I have an “extra” heart beat.
- I get the hiccups almost every single day.
- I pronounce the rich gooey brown confection: car.mel, not care.a.mel
- I’ve only ever had one bumper sticker. It read Why Be Normal? and I placed it upside down.
- I can parallel park in even the tiniest of spaces on the first try.
- I’m not familiar with the phrase, too much garlic.
- I am cold
a lotalmost all of the time. - I like to consult the cheat sheet in a box of chocolates. Getting stuck with an orange cream is just wrong.
- I’d almost rather wet myself than have to use a porta-potty.
- I like ice cream but not anything a la mode.
- As a baby, I wore shoes with a metal brace in between my feet to stabilize my ankles which, the doctor said, had too much elasticity.
- I loved to color and went through countless Crayola boxes. Two in a row had a really gritty burnt sienna that made an awful squeaking noise when I used it. After that, when I got a new box I’d open it, remove the burnt sienna, and throw it away.
- I like stinky cheese. Feta, bleu, gorgonzola.
- I can’t watch a rodeo. It just seems cruel that frightening, chasing and roping animals is “entertainment.”
- It took me a lot of years to stop wishing I could be less emotional.
- Contrary to not wanting my food to touch on a plate, I enjoy certain combinations and will mix on purpose. I delight in doing this in front of mix-o-phobes.
- Sometimes I wonder whatever happened to those red metal tri-fold closure thingies on sleeves of Premium saltines.
- I tend to be very tangential and often have to ask, “What did we start talking about?”
- One of my all-time favorite movies is The Sound of Music.
- If I honored my body’s natural rhythms, I’d take an hourish nap around 3 p.m. and then be good to go for another 8 hours.
- I say “bread & butter” when walking with someone, if we have to diverge around an object.
- I am not fond of Hello Kitty.
- Wallet, not billfold; soda or pop; couch, not sofa.
- I can’t stand it when a sheet of paper on a perforated pad doesn’t tear off perfectly.
I’m compelled to get in there and do surgery on the little shards left behind. - I’ve never inhaled helium from a balloon but it’s on my to-do list.
- I have difficulty wearing hats because I have a freakishly large head. Be quiet.
- I don’t like to admit it but I have forgiveness issues. I’m working on this.
- I find it amusing when people say they hate to vomit. Is there a group of people out there who enjoy it?
- I don’t know more than the most basic roman numerals.
- I love the annoying squeak of a styrofoam cooler. It reminds me of summer vacation.
- I don’t like geraniums. Growing up, they were always used to decorate graves. I’ll forever see them as “cemetery flowers.”
- Someday I want to enjoy Breakfast at Wimbledon in person.
- I watched life leave my grandfather’s body. It was both heart wrenching and beautiful.
- When I grill hot dogs, I like them burnt.
- I’m afraid of ladders, but not of heights.
- I played Aunt Polly in my 6th grade production of Tom Sawyer. I secretly wanted to play Becky Thatcher, but I guess even in the 6th grade, I was more matronly than girly. I’m mostly over it by now.
- I use my grandparents’ pots and pans to cook in just about every day. They received them as a wedding gift in 1921.
- I was a brownie and a girl scout. When I sold cookies, I lost the sign-up sheets and had hundreds of boxes in the front yard with no clue as to where to deliver them.
- I would love to travel with the Stanley Cup for a week.
- I wish I’d stuck with learning a musical instrument.
- My all-time favorite Christmas present was a box that moved. Inside was a kitten who was so tiny she needed to rest halfway to her food dish and back. I named her Pokey.
- Most days, I still honestly wonder what it’ll feel like to be a grown-up.
- I’m trying to get in the habit of smiling more. Sometimes I see my reflection in a window and I think, Who’s that cranky old woman?
- I often dream that I am in the midst of missing a flight to or from Paris. Très disappointing.
- I have a much-loved friend I call Bump and who calls me Bump, as well.
- I believe the world is a better place because of pie.
- I have horrible propane roulette skills. This is the ability to finish cooking something on the gas grill before the tank runs out.
- I don’t always make the best first impression.
- I can’t sleep if the sheets are tucked into the bed even a little bit.
- I’m fascinated by the various designs mowed into major league baseball parks.
- I can’t think of a single fruit I don’t like.
- I often feel that people stand too close to me when talking. This usually has us doing a sort of dance as I slowly back off and they slowly creep forward.
- I can French braid my own hair much easier than someone else’s.
- I’m bad at putting CDs back in the right case.
- I used to / still do love Spirographs.
- I have a crush on Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs. Even under all that filth.
- I like to can my own tomatoes and jam. (Why’s it called canning when it’s actually jarring?)
- I like a super firm mattress and rarely sleep well in most hotels.
- The first drive-in movie I went to was 101 Dalmations. I got to eat popcorn, wear my pajamas in the car, and at one point my mom fell asleep. It was the coolest thing I’d ever done in my 7-year-old life.
- I always wanted to be left-handed.
- I have stood outside the Today show studio in New York City.
- I have run out of gas. More than once.
- I never outgrew the amusement of saying a word over and over again until it no longer sounds like a real word. (Rural, rural, rural…)
- I like listening to A Prairie Home Companion.
- I can’t hear “Taps” without crying.
- A secret is always safe with me.
- I buy only brown eggs.
- I never fainted until I was in my 30s and it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as in the movies.
- I love the smell of fresh lilacs.
- I’ve never been a bridesmaid.
- I love to play cribbage.
- I have poor spatial visual skills. I can’t look at a crowd and determine how many people are there or see a room and determine if furniture could fit in a certain way.
- I really want to be selected for jury duty.
- I’m compulsively on time.
- I enjoy impromptu water fights. Don’t stand too close to me at the sink if you feel otherwise.
- I haven’t had a Diet Coke since December 2007.
