Thanks to groups like Boston Bloggers and events like Blogger Blitz, I’ve made a good handful of real life friends through blogging. I have this group of DC girls that have taken up such a huge part of my heart in only a year, and then this more recent group of Boston/Rhode Island girls who have become such a force of creativity and happiness in only a few months. Anyway, both Erin (DC) and Anna (Boston) did these “Five Things” posts and tagged me to continue the fun and man, this community is good. I love it. So here are five random things about me….
I know, I’m surprised there are things you still don’t know, too.
1. I used to have my nose and bellybutton pierced. I got my bellybutton pierced when I was fourteen with my best friend, Candace. Then a year later, on a visit to Colorado, my sister took me to get my nose pierced by some lady selling weed brownies. The month I met James (about five years later), both my nose ring and my bellybutton ring broke and I took it as a sign that it was time to grow up a little, and that maybe this relationship would be a huge growing experience for me as a whole (bonus fact: I’m a HUGE OVER ANALYZER). I still have a tattoo and a helix piercing. which remind me that I was once a much different person but still have a little hint of bad ass in me.
2. I am so, incredibly bad at accents and I do them more than anyone should. I love a good British accent and I enjoy speaking in Spanish – both sound nothing like their country of origin, but instead a hybrid of southern twang meets Taco Bell dog. People encourage this behavior when I’m a little drunk and I put my whole heart into it every time.
3. When I was 18, I went to a palm reader at the beach who told me I would meet my soul mate in two years time. I met James two years later, I called my sister to talk about him and she said, “Remember that psychic?” and we laughed like sisters do, but I secretly wondered if the crazy beach lady was right.
4. I failed my driving test. I backed into a telephone pole and knocked the car mirror off the Driver’s Ed car – it hung on by a chord. The cop made me perform three more challenges before bringing me back to the DMV to tell me I had failed. “REALLY???” I asked in horror. “Well, I technically can’t pass you if you get in an accident,” he said matter-of-factly. The driving instructor drove me home and asked me to hold the mirror out the window so it wouldn’t bang against the door. With my upperbody out the window, it rained on my face while I cried.
5. Finally, I am very open with my friends, family, and James about my eagerness to start a family. When you’ve known someone for a year and marry them, people don’t blink twice when you talk about wanting kids. When you’ve dated someone for five years, but aren’t married, people look at you like you’re crazy. I wonder if this notion of marriage first, children later will dissolve anytime soon. So there, I said it, let’s make babies!
Tell me something weird about you now, thanks.