I’ve been getting a “disk is full” error on my laptop lately, so I’ve spent several hours sorting through and deleting old stuff… In the process, I came across this Facebook exercise from 2009 – “you are supposed to write a note with 20 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.”
Here are 20 random things about me:
- I love to make lists. I love crossing things off my lists even more.
- I have been trying for years to find that one gadget that will allow me to perfectly organize my life. I’m starting to think it doesn’t exist.
- When my husband makes me coffee in the morning, it’s pretty much the most romantic thing ever.
- I am moderately obsessed with spelling and punctuation.
- I am good at my job, but always worried I am not good enough.
- In school, I was always terrified of being called to the principal’s office, even though I never did anything even remotely bad (except for that TP incident senior year.) I still feel that way about my boss.
- When I was little, my imaginary friend was named Geason. I just this minute looked it up, and the word means rare or wonderful.
- Some days, it’s almost more than I can do to get out of bed.
- I am afraid of alcohol. (Yes, like the beverage)
- I used to smoke, and I really, really enjoyed. If I didn’t have a kid, I probably still would.
- When my son spends the night with his grandparents, I don’t miss him as much as I think I should
- My best friend is amazing.
- My husband is much smarter than he thinks he is. Also, I only dated him because my brother said he was cool. Good call, Doug.
- My perfect evening includes me, the couch, a good book, a bowl of popcorn, and a glass of Diet Coke. Nothing else.
- When I was in college I made a list of “Things to Look for in a Man.” (See #1, re: love of lists.) My husband is almost none of those things, except that he doesn’t have a tattoo.
- I wonder, a lot, if I would have had more fun in my life if I was just less damned responsible.
- I don’t believe that people are happy, just content. I don’t think ‘happiness’ is a sustainable state of being.
- When I was eight months pregnant, I had a cab driver who would NOT shut up about how gay marriage is ‘wrong,’ etc. I was tired, and it was really hot outside, and I just kind of did the polite southern noncommittal thing until we reached my destination. I should have wallowed out of the cab (like an elephant seal on the beach) and told him where to shove it. To this day, I’m ashamed that I didn’t.
- Moving to [Exile] is the best thing, and the scariest thing, I’ve ever done. I didn’t realize at the time that it would change my life.
- I believe in the healing power of pajamas. The flannel-ier, the better.