I feel like things have been too dang serious around here lately, with all the uncomfortable conversations and coming out and such. So, on a lighter note…
10 things you probably didn’t know (or might not want to know) about me…
- Aside from chocolate, licorice is my favorite candy. Except, I like it stale so it’s chewier (that goes for marshmallows, too). I’ll buy a package, open it up, and then let it sit for a few days so it’s all ready to eat. Weird, I know. I get that from my Mom, though, so I’m totally blaming her on that one.
- At one of the first running races I did (a “frosty five miler”), I toed the line and sized up my competition, looking for people that I thought I could beat (yes, I’m a little competitive). I saw a lady in her 70’s or so, wearing jeans. Next to her? A man with a leashed dog small enough for me to step on and squish like a bug. I thought to myself, “… at least I won’t be last…”. Of course, both of these people beat me. How, I’ve got no idea, but they did, and soundly, too. The bright side? About a week after the race, I got a plaque in the mail — my first piece of race hardware! I took 3rd place in my age group! (we won’t mention that there were (AHEM!) just 4 people in my age group)
- I get up at 4am every morning (for work – I start at 6am and live 65 miles from the office). And after 4 years of doing this, I still haven’t gotten used to it. I’m an 8-9 hours of sleep a night kind of gal, and since I find it pretty impossible to be in bed and asleep by 8pm (I’m old, but not THAT old), I rarely get the rest I need. By Thursday or Friday? Yea, kind of cranky. Me and caffeine, we’re good friends, ya know? On the upside, perpetual sleep deprivation means I can fall asleep anytime, anywhere. It’s a skill I’m proud of.
- It took me almost 38 years to figure out that sushi is the BEST DAMN THING in the entire world! Now – I can’t get enough. It’s like I need to make up for lost time. And, I’ve never had BAD sushi, either. I’m not sure whether I’ve either always gone to top-notch places or my standards are set really low. Either way, it makes me happy.
- When I initially started this blog, I did it thinking that no one would ever read it – it just was a way for me to sort out the chaos in my head. While it’s impossible to be anonymous on the internet, I did take some steps to make sure that it wouldn’t be easy for my friends and family to trace it back to me. But now that I’ve got a few eyes looking at it, I’m thrilled. And worried that I’m not being entertaining enough. And a little stressed about what happens when I run out of “hey, I’m gay” ideas to write about. And tickled because it’s almost like being famous. To, you know, like DOZENS of people.
- For as much as I consider myself a stickler for good grammar, I probably have a 50/50 chance at getting anything to do with apostrophes and possessives correct. It is what it is. My brain just chooses not to absorb that knowledge.
- In a similar vein, I hate hate HATE the texting language. The “lol”, the “ur”, the “b4” and such … I understand WHY people write like that, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. My texts almost always use full words – I think not doing so would give me an anxiety attack. Also? I find it difficult to express myself being limited to 140 characters. That could explain my absence from Twitter. Or it could just mean that I need to edit better.
- I’m not an exceptionally talented bowler by anyone’s definition, but by some fluke of nature, I bowled a perfect 300 game about a year ago (and during league play, so it counts!). HA, internet – put THAT in your pipe and smoke it. If you have a pipe. And smoke. Of course, that’s not healthy. Just sayin’.
- I’m a Google whore. iGoogle home page, Google Reader, Google Calendar, Google Docs, Google Wave, Gmail, Google Maps (now with biking directions!), and we won’t even mention things like YouTube and the original Google search engine … I *heart* all things Google.
- I’ve been at the same job for almost 15 years now. People my age? Not as much now, but in years previous there was a lot of job-hopping. Not me. I’ll be here until I retire or they drag me out, kicking and screaming. A testament to the company I work for and my penchant for not changing anything in my life. This could also explain why it took me about 20 years to admit to the world that I was gay. Maybe.
- (bonus!) I love making lists.
So, there ya have it. More than you ever wanted to know about me.