9 Things.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
1. I write, eat, and shoot a basketball left handed, but golf, bat, and throw right handed.
2. I am and will forever be a nail biter. My mother says that I’ve been doing it since I was 2- my nails are hopelessly short. I’ve given up on trying to quit- it’s never going to happen. I do it mindlessly without thinking about it… I’ve even done it in my sleep.
3. I have an irrational fear of windmills. Not those old-fashioned windmills that you see all over Amsterdam- it’s the large, energy producing windmills with the pointy blades that you see all over the place nowadays. I see them and my heart races. I’m not sure if it’s their sheer size that gets me, the force with which they move, or the blades- maybe it’s a combination of the three things. Anyway, they totally creep me out.
4. My favorite color is blue.
5. I collect cookbooks. Sure, I love the traditional cookbooks- The Joy of Cooking, Better Homes and Gardens, etc, but my favorites are the super kitchy ones that you find in used book stores. I have one from the early 90’s which was created by a Luthern church congregation from a tiny town in northern Minnesota… it has 4 different lutefisk recipes, lefse recipes, TONS of recipes for ‘Hot Dish’ (the rest of the world would know that as a type of goulash or a casserole), and- my favorite- a recipe for a deer sandwich. Seriously. The directions are pretty much as follows:
You will need:
Deer meat
2 pieces of bread
Put deer meet on bread. Top with other slice of bread. Enjoy!
I’m now on the hunt for a traditional southern cookbook. I want to see recipes for collard greens and fried chicken and the necessary ingredients for a crawfish boil. I don’t have anything like that on my shelves currently- I think it’d make a great coffee table book!
6. I’m allergic to cats… but have had a cat for 16 years. (Speaking of which, I’m bringing him to the veterinarians office today after work because I’m pretty sure that he has diabetes. He’s displaying a lot of the same symptoms that I displayed when I was diagnosed with Type 1 four years ago [sudden weight loss, excessive thirst, peeing like crazy, etc.]. Plus, it wouldn’t be totally unheard of. He’s 16 years old, male, and weighs 11.5lbs- male cats who are over the age of 12 and weigh more than 10lbs are the most likely cats to get diabetes.)
7. I wear contacts/glasses and have since I was in 6th grade. I am BLIND without them- I cannot function without them. I think that my prescription is something like -4.5 in both eyes. With that said, I will NEVER get lasik eye surgery. The idea of having surgery done on my eyes is too much for me to handle. I don’t care if the doctor has done it seven million times- I get queasy just thinking about it. I’ve heard from more than one person that you can smell burning while they’re doing it… can you imagine?! Lasers cutting around your cornea- ugh! Have you ever seen videos of what they do?! Oh my god it’s awful.
8. I’ve always preferred the taste of diet soda over regular. I grew up with it- we never had regular soda in my house when I was growing up. Additionally, I think that sugary soda makes my teeth feel gross.
9. I’m a creature of habit. Although I love new experiences, new situations, and meeting new people, I can get really, really thrown off if I’m thrown into a new situation unexpectedly. Leave me alone in a room with somebody that I don’t know well? I’ll try to make small talk, but I’ll probably spend more time giggling or laughing than actually talking (it’s one of my nervous habits). Tell me that I have to do something for the first time on my own (like have my car repaired or drive to a new place in an area that I’m unfamiliar with or file my taxes) and I’ll be instantly stressed out. I tend to make mountains out of molehills in my head. After I’ve completed the task at hand, I’m always able to look back and recognize that I was stressed out over nothing, but that doesn’t change anything. I think that my dad and Dave especially would agree with the statements that I’ve made here. The two of them have laughed on many occasions about how irrationally stressed out I can get.