5 Facts About Me - Yet another Steemit challenge! :)

For some reason these Steemit challenges keep coming my way.

This is the second time I have been challenged; so, I can already see some sort of pattern in my reaction. First, SHOCK!; second, the conviction of politely turning the request down. But, in this case, how can one say no to @ruth-girl?! (in the same way I would never say no to my dear @karecarrens) One simply can’t! Even more so when you are like me...

You see, I find difficult saying no to people (one fact about me right there!). But, hang on a second! This doesn’t mean I never say no. I better make this clear here before things go crazy. Anyway, my dear @ruth-girl, even if saying no was an easy thing for me; I wouldn’t say no to you anyway!

So, off we go, with a couple of facts about my past and three about my present. Brace yourselves.

I had a wooden clothes’ peg as a pet when I was 8-9 years old.

Oh yeah! His name was Archimedes and he was my best friend in the world for over a year. It all started like this: I saw a broken wooden clothes’ peg in our garden (the part that had the metal piece) and placed it on my index finger - you know, as when one has a little bird sitting on the index finger. But still .... there was something missing. So, later that day I drew a little smile on it and voalá, meet Archimedes. I took him everywhere with me! I introduced him to my friends, family and all my other toys. We were inseparable until the day he died, which was a very sad one indeed. Archimedes died of a lethal fall. He had fallen many times before, but on that day the wooden piece came apart from the metal one. I was in shock! After the funeral, I buried him in the garden, my brother helped me through that and also to move on. May Archimedes rest in peace.

I lived through an 8.8 magnitude earthquake.

If that reading sounds alien to you I will tell you what it is A LOT. It is the kind of earthquake that brings houses down, kills hundreds of people, and generate a Tsunami. It was in February 2010. My husband and I were in our little wooden cabin up in the mountain in Chile. At around 4 o’clock in the morning the cabin started shaking as usual. This is something that happens quite often in Chile and you can feel it especially if you are in a wooden cabin or on the 15th floor of an apartment block. I was awaken by it, but unlike all the other times that time the shaking did not fade away. Quite the opposite it went mental! When the books started falling off the shelves I decided we should leave the cabin. My husband was in a deep, deep sleep (bless him). I shook him really hard, shouting. When he woke up, he looked out the window and sleepily asked ‘why are the trees moving?’ ‘Oh, for the love of Christ!’ I said. Then I run out the door while screaming “die alooonee”.

I am a serial planner.

I allocate time for everything. Not only do I already have my entire next week planned in my diary, but I also have the week after that all figured out! I allocate time for everything and follow my schedule quite strictly. For example, ever since I joined Steemit I take a couple of hours in the evening from Mon. to Thu to chat in the steemSTEM.chat, browse my favourite tags and prepare my weekly article, which since Christmas I have been posting on Fridays. The great advantage of having such a habit is that I do manage to meet my deadlines and comply with my commitments without stress or dramas. However, as it is sometimes the case: the unexpected happens. Oh boy! Do I have a problem with last minute things and unexpected events? Yep. I can find myself rather overwhelmed by something that literary is not the end of the world, but just because it was not in my diary booked for 14:30 it can really distress me.

Why am I posting today? Some last minute thing just came up for tomorrow! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. 😨

I sleep talk & sleep walk.

Sleeping for me is not an easy deed. Some of you already know I am an insomniac. On top of that, when, as if by a miracle, I manage to fall asleep, the tossing and turning begins as well as the talking and occasionally the walking. I was not an insomniac as a kid, but the sleep walking stories go waaaayyy back to the time when I was a child. It must be something that runs in my family (the talking) because I remember this occasion when I was in a hotel room with my mother, it was past midnight and she had been sleeping for a while (I was reading), when she suddenly began to laugh hysterically with her eyes wide open. My brother also has his share of stories. As for me, well, let’s just say that my husband and I learnt we must keep the front door locked at night and hide the key in a place where I cannot easily reach.

I cook some delicious meals & desserts.

There are a few months during the year when life is not so busy for me and I find myself with some extra time. So, by now, you already know how this goes, right? YES. I book in lots of things to do that includes reading books, extra yoga sessions and .... cooking! I truly love cooking! So, this is normally how this goes for me when it comes to trying a new recipe: I eat something scrumptious in a restaurant and then try to emulate it at home. The fun already starts when I begin to browse the net for the recipe. I also enjoy buying the ingredients and whatever utensil I need to make the magic happen. When the day comes, I turn my music on and enjoy every minute of the process. Here are the photos of some of the recipes that turned out successful!

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Who am I challenging?
Dear @karecarrens I would love to see a post with 5 facts about you 😊

Dear reader, in case you have made this far I am truly appreciative! But now, I cannot help but ask you: do we have anything in common? We must do! So, please let me know if, like me, you find difficult dealing with the unexpected, if there is a recipe you’ve nailed and impressed all your family members and friends with; or if you have been through a really scary experience. Well, you get it!

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