These have been going around Facebook recently, so I thought I’d play along. Why? Probably because my life is a lot more boring than it should be at 6:05 am on a Sunday morning.
1. I hate being farted on. (Ok, I’m sitting here in bed, in the dark, beside my sleeping husband . Those of you with husbands may understand my miserable plight).
2. I use to dream of becoming a veterinarian when I was little. That, and a country singer, until a) I realized vets sometimes put animals to sleep and b) I can’t sing.
3. I get my G’s and J’s mixed up if spelling orally. I don’t have trouble in print form though, thanks joodness.
4. I can’t tell my left from my right and have to do the little “L” shape with my left hand to remember. My husband gets very annoyed at this sometimes. Other times he’s a peach and thinks of creative ways of telling me direction without using the words “left” or “right”.
5. Shyness plagued me throughout childhood, especially around boys. I don’t think I said 2 words to an un-related male until I hit 7th grade. What’s worse, I remember those 2 words.
6. I will admit to googling my own name.
7. Some of my favorite memories of childhood include spending summers with my Granny and cousin Troy. Granny always promised to take us “down the street to play ski-ball if we were good”. I just realized last month that to this day I have no idea where (if any) ski-ball places are located near her house. It saddens me to suddenly realize that my childhood fantasies of playing ski-ball all day as a reward probably could have never came true anyway.
8. I idolized my cousin Carrie as a goddess growing up and subconciously (or perhaps even a bit conciously) ended up trying to model my life after her.
9. I have very vivid memories of early childhood (before the age of 3).
10. Red nail polish looks hideous against my pale white skin.
11. I grew up hating pale white skin.
12. The older I get, the dumber I feel.
13. When my Granny died, I rescued a used bar of soap from her bathroom sink. Really, a bar of soap. It was one of the only things I got from her house. I was quite touched to find it, and still have it stashed away. I loved my Granny.
14. Cooties were never an issue with me, and I remember having crushes on nursery school buddies when I was a toddler. Perhaps that’s why I was shy. (See #5 and #9)
15. I still have a trapper keeper from 4th grade filled with notes, papers, reports, tests, and an award for a spelling bee I had won. On the paper I taped the award to, I had proudly wrote “I won the spelling bee compatishion!”
16. We shot video of a deer casually walking through our backyard a week ago (uh…we live in the city, in suburbia, just 2 miles outside of our large state capital). My uncle, who goes hunting every year has been known not to see a deer for 3-4 years in a row. We have warned him that our backyard is now offlimits during open season.
17. I stuck the tip of an ink pen deep in my knee once when I was 5 years old, and remember hiding behind the floor-model TV, crying,with the pen lazily bobbing back, trying to avoid Dad who was wanting to get it out. Now that I think back, it must have been a humerous sight. Too bad those where before the days of snap as you please digital cameras.
18. I have an acute fondness for children’s programs from the 1980s.
19. I am named after “Lisa” Douglas on Green Acres.
20. Dogs have always been a part of my life. The only time I haven’t owned a dog since I was 3 years old was for one week during 2002 after my last childhood dog “Floppy” died.
21. I once managed a 600 member forum group for collie owners on MSN groups from 2002 to 2005. I still own the website that sprung off from the group – www.CollieDogOwners.com (and my online store www.CollieShop.com).
22. The taste of anything fermented makes me gag. I just can’t help it.
23. I own 3 desktop computers, 3 laptops, and 1 handheld. That’s what happens when you neglect finding new homes for your old electronics when you upgrade.
24. When I was 7, I started a paper airplane company and recruited my Uncle George to be my first salesman. They were going to be sold for a nickel, and I would staple them so they wouldn’t fall apart during flight (thus making them more durable). Hey, it was 7 year old logic, mmmkay? It wasn’t until I was grown that I remembered this first business venture and how wonderful my Uncle was for not dashing my miniature hopes and dreams.
25. My husband has my initials tattooed on his wrist.
