100 Things About Me

I have an unnatural fear of escalators.
I get hot easily, and hate to sweat.
I would do nothing but photography for the rest of my life, if I could.. if I was any good at it…
I don’t have a relationship with my father, whom I lovingly refer to as “the sperm donor”.
I am not sad about the lack of relationship with him anymore.
He also fathered my older sister while he was in high school.
She was put up for adoption.
We found each other in Jacksonville, FL in 2000
We don’t keep in touch. And it saddens me deeply.
He fathered other children too, I’m certain… I’m also certain that I will never know them.
I have, roughly, 3 brothers and 3 sisters. I’m leaving off all of the “steps” and “half’s” to keep it less confusing.
Only two of the 6 do I have a sisterly bond / relationship with.
Sadly, their relationship with each other is not very good. We love each other very much, even during the rough patches. Things are sweet now.
I will always love someone who may never love me the same way. Or so I thought. Things have changed. I was able to confront those feelings head on, and after a decade of dwelling, I can now say I am 100% completely over him. Funny, because now he seems to love me…
I love to make things. Right now my obsession is little girls hair bows.
I don’t have any little girls.
I don’t feel like dealing with hurricane season again.
I obsessively covet and purchase usb flash drives.
I obsessively wash my hands.
I will notice whether or not you wash your hands. It will gross me out if you don’t.
I might come unglued if you reach your funky armpit over my plate of food while I am eating.
If my family wasn’t rooted in this town, and I did not have a child in school, I would not be here. I have learned to love this town. There is nowhere else I would rather be.
I think I would still be wandering from place to place. Probably right now, I would be living in California.
I hate when laundry doesn’t get folded directly out of the dryer. I would rather rewash it than try to get the wrinkles out.
I hate putting the laundry up, even if it’s folded directly out of the dryer.
I’m very blessed to have friends that love me and care about me.
I love my friends dearly, and would stand up for them anytime, over anything.
I would love to have another baby.
I want Noah to experience the sibling bond.
I am terrified, rightfully so, of ever attempting to have another baby.
I am ready to be swept off my feet.
I wish I could be in a place where I wanted someone else, someone new, to sweep me off my feet. I am there now. Ready and waiting for my Prince Charming, but not miserably… I’m living while I wait!
I am working on getting to that place… see #32
I want my own house. It’s not mine, we are renting, but it’s home. And it’s good enough.
I love my family, even when we don’t all get along. We’re unique. I love that about us.
I want my divorce behind me. It’s over! It’s over! It’s behind me and I’M SO HAPPY!!
I never wanted to be “divorced”, but on the same hand, I can’t wait.
I am trapped in this body. I am really tall and thin.
I buy books, obsessively.
I don’t get rid of books. Ever.
I stamp my name inside my books, so if you borrow it and forget whose it is.. look in the cover. It’s probably mine, and odds are, I haven’t forgotten.
I love to read.
I hope Noah loves to read as much as I do.
I inherited my love to read from Sherri. I’m glad she passed that on to me.
You shouldn’t let me borrow a CD… if I love it, I’m usually really bad about returning it. It’s not intentional, but I have noticed a trend… I’m just sayin’…
I have always wished I was musically talented. I would love to be on stage, but I’m sure my paralyzing fear of public speaking would get in the way of that.
I love to sing, but I sing very badly.
I am overcoming my fear of singing badly by singing karaoke badly and laughing at myself.
I’m terrified of tornadoes, even though I have only caught a glimpse of one (do water spouts count?)
I am addicted to the news, especially news channels.
I watch news channels (fox news, headline news, cnn) while in the bed at night.
I’m a very conservative Republican.
Liberals piss me off most of the time. I ignore them. I have to. I’m related to some of them.
I seem to have a hard time having babies. I lost two right around 14 weeks – my last 2 pregnancies.
It devastates me to think of the magnitude of my loss.
But it allows me to appreciate N that much more, and realize what a blessing he is in my life.
I always prefer to read true crime / serial killer books.
I’m not strange, really. These stories fascinate me.
I am an avid reader of everything “Uncle Charlie” Manson has ever said or done.
HE fascinates me. I can’t help it. I periodically search eBay for anything he has made that has been smuggled out of Corcoran State Prison.
I have the original Time Life Magazine with his picture on it from December 19, 1969.
I wish I had naturally straight hair. My hair is naturally curly.
The older I get, the more out of whack my curls are, and the darker my hair gets.
If I ever have a daughter, I would definitely wish the curse of the curls upon her. Even though I wish otherwise for myself.
It looks like I might be a Medical Transcriptionist when I grow up. If I ever have time to finish school.
I’m neither happy nor sad about that, just looking forward to a stable, dependable income and the possibility of owning my own home.
I work 3 nights a week in an Emergency Room, and attend online school. I am the manager of a small, local cafe. I love it.
I love discovering new music and falling in love with it.
I thoroughly enjoy live music shows, even if it’s a band or musician I have never heard before.
I love to dance.
Vampires intrigue me, myth or not…
I adore, love, lust after, and am a huge fan of Nikki Sixx.
My friend L took me to my very first Motley Crue concert for my 30th birthday. It kicked ass.
I have a severe aversion to midgets / little people. Whatever.
I realize it’s not only not politically correct, but just plain wrong… and I try to overcome it. I do. I just get freaked out… I’m just sayin’…
I don’t like to look at people with obvious disabilities. It’s a reality that is hard for me to comprehend, and I always feel guilty for being me (healthy, functional me) in the face of their struggles.
I love tattoos, and would cover myself in them if only… oh, I don’t really have an excuse… so maybe someday I will.
I have my future ex-husbands name tattooed on the back of my neck.
The next tattoo I get will be something to cover that one up.
I have been told numerous times that I have the Gift of Discernment. Discernment in its truest form simply knows something without any prior knowledge. I believe it’s probably true.
I write things down – nearly everything, but always on scrap pieces of paper or scribbled in a random notebook. It’s utter chaos, this scribbling addiction…
I quit smoking 4 or 5 times (for months at a time) before I finally quit for good. I hope. My last, and so far successful, attempt to quit smoking was June 2007. I fell off the wagon August 2009. I suck.
I have not had a single cigarette since then, and am even repulsed by the odor now. I’m grateful for that. I suck.
I am completely and hopelessly addicted to Coke. What kind, you ask? Coke. (It’s a southern thang!)
I love living in, and being from, the Dirty South.
Except during hurricane season.
I don’t do roller coasters. Ever. I tried to overcome the fear of them, and even though I survived, I still just have no interest in them.
I’m a little afraid of heights, but mostly because I get extremely dizzy and off balance.
I have never been over the Huey P. Long bridge, and don’t ever intend to cross it.
I love mascara. Thick and chunky. Tarantula eyes – whatever. Not quite Tammy Faye Baker style, though.
I never go anywhere without make-up. Unless it’s a drive thru or I really think I can get in and out without running into someone (which rarely happens). I hate being caught without make-up.
I hate shaving my legs. It pisses me off.
I love tanning beds. Usually, I am too lazy to go, but I love it when I do and when I see pictures of me all nice and tanned, it sometimes makes me drag my ass back…
I bite my fingernails. I’m not proud of it, it’s a nervous habit I suppose. I hate it.
I have SVT (Supraventricular Tachycardia)
I love Guitar Hero. Even more, I love watching Ellen DeGeneres play Guitar Hero.
I am finding it really difficult to come up with 100 things about me - I think I am a fairly boring person. Of course, if this task were not in my face, I could probably tell you 800 things about me that you never wanted to know… (btw, I’ve been working on this for TWO WEEKS).
I hate my shoulders, elbows and wrists. They are bulky/fat – even when I am not. I would have said ankles, if I had any…. instead I was blessed with only legs and feet.
I cannot roller skate (or roller blade or anything else that involves wheels under my feet). I fractured my tailbone twice – once roller skating, the other time roller blading (which was caught on camera, haha). My left foot suddenly weighs 500 lbs and cannot be lifted once wheels are placed on it, therefore causing steering problems that result in bone crushing crashes.
The most important thing I will do in my lifetime is try my best to raise an honest, respectable, trustworthy, God fearing man. I pray daily that I do it well, for his sake.
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