1) I can’t watch The Notebook anymore. It’s not because I don’t like it – I think it’s an amazing, wonderful, happy, sad, sweet, poignant movie. I can’t watch it because when I do, I cry so hard that I sound like a dying walrus and I give myself a miserable migraine for the remainder of the day. So, since it’s happened the last two times, I’ve given up for now and only watching in the future with great trepidation.
2) I tell people I’m allergic to melon, but I’m not. When I order food at restaurants like Jason’s Deli, I order the fruit cup with no melon because of my severe allergy. It’s a lie. I just don’t like it. Watermelon is okay in small doses. But I really dislike cantaloupe and honeydew.
3) I have an ungodly fear of geckos. Actually, this might not qualify because anyone who has been to my house (or is related me) has heard me freak out. And, our new house must have been built on the remains of the Gecko Roman Empire or something because they are out there, by my front door, every single morning and every single night.
(((Sorry, I can’t even post a picture here. I’m too freaked out to take one at my porch. Also, I’m even sorrier about the horrible pun.)))
4) I have three small burst veins on my top right thigh. It’s from when I was about 12 and my sister Beth shoved me and I fell on top of the Barbie house. It stabbed me. That Barbie – she’s a vengeance-intent biotch. She hates homewreckers.
5) When I was a little girl, my parents told me I was allergic to chocolate, so that I wouldn’t ask for sweets and snacks. I believed this until I was about 10 or 11. I call that inhuman cruelty. And, apparently, that’s where I got my pathological allergen-liar tendencies.
6) I don’t think that Angelina Jolie is beautiful at all. She’s not an ugly woman, she’s probably better-looking than average, but I just don’t think she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. But then, who am I do judge? Except for the whole wearing blood thing. I judged a little then.
7) I’m a little afraid to have kids because I’ve always had a rocky relationship with my mom. She is a very opinionated and difficult-to-please woman. I don’t want to have the same relationship with my daughter, but I worry about repeating and mimicking the way I was brought up.
8) I don’t wash my hair all that often. It’s so thick that it takes forever to dry, so I probably wash it twice or three times a week, not every day, which seems to be the norm for people I work with. More frequently if it LOOKS dirty but it typically doesn’t.
9) The first drink of alcohol I ever had was when I was 18. I went to a Presbyterian church and wine was served at communion. Growing up in a Baptist family, I was used to grape juice. I almost choked. I’ve gotten over all that now.