I got an email from a reader last week and they really wanted me to do another “Anonymous secret” post because they have a secret they are dying to let out of the bag. I also have been overwhelmed on FaceBook by people tagging me to do memes. Some bloggers look down on memes, but I don’t.
I LIKE MEMES.
And I have no problem admitting it.
I don’t usually participate in memes or tagged things because, well…I get tagged a lot and then my blog would be nothing BUT a meme or award or tag, ect. but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy reading or writing or receiving them. I am also a little long winded for the “Meme”, as you can see below.
Still, I find memes an interesting little snippet into the psyche of people who write them. Besides, I wrote most of it a few weeks ago and comes in handy due to utterly craptastic couple of days, so this is also like pulling a pre-made meal out of my freezer to feed dinner to my family. I just had to write a preface. Awesome.
So, I thought…what the hell? I’ll combine the two. I’ll post 25 things about me and would love to hear something random about you. I’VE MADE ANONYMOUS COMMENTS POSSIBLE so that if you have a secret you want to talk about you can without fear of people knowing who you are.
To save space, I’ll chop it here. If you want to know 25 things about me and leave something interesting about yourself or a secret you have, click “continue reading” to ya know, continue reading. If you don’t well…EFF YOU! I DON’T LIKE YOU ANYWAY, YOU…YOU… MEME SNOB, YOU!!!!! SO PPPPFFFFTHHH!!! (Kidding. Sorta.)
- I like scratching the inside of my ears with bobby pins. I’ve done it since I was a kid. It’s especially nice if they are bent so it’s just one end of it. Horrible, I know and Jonathan hates it as I have bent bobby pins everywhere.
- I LOVE food. LOOOOVE it. I could talk about it for hours. I love experimenting, I like cooking and tweaking recipes. I LOVE EATING. (There was a reason I weighed 300 lbs, people.) I have dropped $120 on a lunch without batting an eye (best meal of my life. If you’re ever on the Isle of Skye in Scotland I highly recommend this place), but I would freak and worry about spending that much on something like jeans or shoes. Weird, I know.
- There have been two times in my life that were so devastating it feels like the person I was died and never came back.
- My emotions run at the nth degree most of the time. I feel things to the extreme. I don’t think that there are many who can compete with my levels of intensity in this area. That? Is a good thing. I would NEVER wish the way I function on other people. It can be cool but also involves a humongous amount of pain. I feel like sometimes I spend most of my life/energy trying to calm the hell down about some thing or the other or trying to change myself into a more reasonable, respectable, acceptable individual as many of my major personality traits are almost like dirty words to the general populous: Over dramatic, emotional, depressive, manic, dependent, illogical, messy, lazy. Luckily, I rarely anger or hate people (but when I do and the claws come out? Jesus, you should RUN FOR YOUR LIFE) and I also have a lot of good points that can counter these or I would be massively screwed.
- I love eating tomatoes and peas straight from the garden.
- Thanks to Aaron’s very first baby gift, (due to one amazing chicka) I am now officially EXCITED to do all the shopping and prep that involves having a boy. I mean, LOOK!
Seriously. Just seeing the wee socks and hat made me die. And, I honestly think that I am going to base the colors of my nursery off that AWESOME striped jumper. I dig striped one piece jumpers on babies. It reminds me of Slimy the Worm from Sesame Street and you just don’t get cuter than THAT.
- My period never fails to surprise me. I have been menstruating since the age of 12 so you would think that I could go one month without having it start, being startled and going, “WOAH! No WONDER I was a sobbing, hideous BITCH yesterday!” (Duh.)
- I often do things I am terrified of just to prove that I can. Like skydiving. Or wave running in water. Or continuing to try to let go of emotional security blankets. (Still working on that last one.)
- While I am extroverted as all get out, I have a ton of insecurity and anxiety under it all. I also have very thin skin. Like, VERY. There is little that is not “personal” to me. While it can make having an Internet life DISASTROUS, the Internet has also helped to toughen me up and give me a thicker skin. And by thicker skin I mean I have upgraded from tissue paper to wrapping paper. I’m working on getting to the uber thick, high-end wrapping paper that is all glossy and folds so satisfactorily around edges.
- Music is a huge part of my life. I like at least a couple of examples of ALL kinds of music, but I confess that the majority of what I listen to is deemed totally ridiculous and lame by the masses. There was also a time in my life I went through five very painful years where I did not listen to ANY music that was not required for school. It hurt too much.
- Laughing is one of my favorite things IN THE WORLD. I can almost ALWAYS laugh. Always. It is the way I cope with…everything, really. Even at my most depressive, sad, horrible, angry times, I can laugh or find the funny somewhere. It’s just my nature and I am extremely grateful for it. It’s gotten me through some really tough times.
- I go through having intense cravings for a particular foods that are usually bad for me. I rotate them, but it’s often all I want 24/7. I’ve had my BBQ chip phase, Spicy Dorito phase, mint chip milkshakes, pad Thai, ding dongs, crunchy sandwiches, and Russel Stover’s chocolate marshmallow Easter eggs. (Which WalMart does not currently have stocked in their Easter candy selection. BASTARDS.) Oh, and I ALWAYS have a “Thin Mint Girl Scout cookie craze every year. Nothing better than those little diskettes of DEEEELICIOUSNESS straight out of the freezer. Seriously, I want to order a huge crate this year, but there is never a damn Girl Scout around here when you need one.
- I am a research freak with a morbid streak. I get a topic in my head and have to know everything about it. Usually these topics are quite morbid or involve disasters, wars or devastation. As I was going on and on about the things I wanted to see on my trip to the UK, my friend, Michelle pointed out that most of them were some massacre of some kind or the other. She’s totally right about that. (She was also hilarious when she wondered how anyone in Scotland was left alive after all the massacring that went on in its history. Heh.)
- There are few things that help me feel better than a massage. It is the best pain relief I know, both physically and emotionally. I would have one several times a week if I could afford it. I respond highly to touch. The lack of it affects me deeply and when it finally happens, it’s almost like I didn’t realize how much pain I was walking around with and is such a release.
- The one thing I need to forgive and move past the very most in my life is the one thing I may never, ever be capable of doing.
- I am freakishly gifted at winning games. My track record for coming out on top in real life may suck a duck but as far as board games and card games go? I rock the house, baby.
- I used to wet the bed all though childhood. Part of this problem is that I was so severely afraid of the dark that I was too scared to get out of bed to use the bathroom. I am still afraid of the dark.
- I don’t like any kind of herbal tea. It tastes like a piece of used gum was boiled in water.
- I have a very dark, very pessimistic, VERY bitter side to me. It is a very large side, so do not let the lovable, funny, affable, dorky side fool you. I am fairly brutal about self-examination, but I suck at fixing anything. I do not fake humor or good will, it is a huge part of who I am and what I believe my absolute core or “self” to be. A lot of things in my life have twisted and scarred much of my head, mind and soul and made me into what I am. (I’m not blaming others or life situations, I did a hell of a lot of it on my own. I hold on to hurt and pain like you cannot believe. Plus, I also bought into the whole “Fairy Tale” thing. That? Did not help.) I’m pretty sincere with what I feel and convey. I don’t have a ‘front’ or a mask that I wear to make people think I am something I’m not, though. I am pretty incapable of sustaining things like that, though I do try to expose my raging, pain-filled, ‘howling at the moon’ side to the masses as little as possible. (You may think that is just me being overly dramatic and that may be, but you have also probably never been subjected to witnessing aforementioned howling. It’s not pleasant.)
- My babies are my very favorite thing on the planet, hands down. Babies in general RULE. Get me around a baby and I become the most ridiculous dork. (Yes, even more than usual.)
- I think if I hadn’t been raised in a religious, conservative place and home, I would totally be Clementine from “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”. I LOVE her and how she looks (I’d probably also be a swinger, but that part is TOTAL conjecture.)
- I have a really long torso. My legs measure someone who would be 5’4-5’5 but I’m 5’8 and all of it comes from my body. I also have a freakishly huge ribcage, long toes and cankles. Oh, and no butt. Just so you know.
- Even though I only bare about 5% my soul here on the internet, I know I confess to many things that other people wouldn’t be comfortable sharing due to my “boundary issues” (yes, I know I have them, thanks) I am usually shocked to read what other people think about me on the internet. Bad or good. Even if it is just a physical description. Even if they are highly complimentary. Even if I have stated things that they are just repeating. It’s weird to me and neither good nor bad, just…weird. I have zero idea why this is. And less than zero energy or will to figure it out right now.
- I sleep on my right side and cannot share a blanket because I end up morphing it into a body pillow that I throw one of my legs over to help alleviate lower back pain when I sleep.
- While I like most foods and flavors, black licorice and papaya TASTE LIKE ASS. (Not that I would, um, know what ass tastes like. But if I did, I am sure it would taste like THEM!)
- There is very little about me that is fussy, organized or methodical. I do not have a logical mind. Like, AT ALL. I SUCK at math, mechanical reasoning, etc. because of it. (Hello, I got a 29 on my ACT with a THIRTEEN IN MATH. That? Should say it all.) I do not vacuum in an orderly fashion. I have no qualms cutting into the middle of a cake. Cupboard doors can be left open, the dishwasher can get loaded however, as long as it’s loaded. I have no super method for folding towels. My mother said that when I was a child I would walk over to a stack of washcloths, pull one out of the middle, have half of the stack fall over and just walk away. I am the product of very Type A anal parents with an amazing work ethic. I have no idea where the hell I came from, actually.
So, what is something random and/or secret about YOU?
Spill it, dudes.
I’ll give you a few off my list!
- I’m secretly glad I’m allergic to animals sometimes because I really don’t like house pets and it gives me a fantastic cop out. I don’t find animals cute or endearing, so having them messing up and smelling up my house so doesn’t do it for me.
- I hate pop (soda, whatever). My mom never let me have it as a kid, and the first time I drank it and the fizzies went up my nose, I decided it was an unnecessary evil and we have since been at war.
- I’ve confused the definitions of clean and neat. People who insist that you can have a room that’s messy but clean befuddle me. How can it be clean when there’s a bag of chips, a dirty pair of jeans, shoes that have been worn outside, hair elastics and a myriad of other things on the floor. That is not just messy, that’s dirty. There’s dirt under there and you will never convince me otherwise, dammit.
Bahaha, oh man, I need to get tested for OCD. And I’ll totally trade you on the long torso thing. I’m tall (5’10), but its all in my legs. I sit at the same height as one of my friends who is 5’3. No jokes.
- I spent my senior year of high school at a deliquent school. I thought I was going to get killed everyday.
- My A.D.D. is conflicted with my O.C.D.
- I’m pretty calm, but when I get really mad I get Hulk like strength.
- I took the test for Mensa and passed but didn’t join because it is a money making scam.
- I like monkeys.
- I enjoy reading girl blogs even though I’m a hetero dude.
too much info?
I have a really long torso too! I’m 5′ 5-1/2″ but when I’m sitting next to my sister-in-law who is at least 2 or 3 inches taller than me, I am the same height or taller. I have freakishly short legs– every pair of pants I own (even the unattractively short ones) drags on the ground.
And about the massages… I could keep a team of masseuses (masseusi?) in business if I was rich. I could go every single day and they would always find new knots that need untangling. Everyone who touches my shoulders remarks on how tense and tight I am, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I try to relax, and I can a tiny bit if I’m actively thinking about it, but the second I’m not concentrating wholly on that, Whoop! There they go again. It sucks.
I too, have a huge ribcage (and ridiculously long torso).
– I can smell sneezes. My own, those of others, they all smell the same and they all smell BAD. It’s so hard to describe, kind of a sweet rotting trash smell, but I’ve never met someone else who can claim this.
I’m totally with you on the tea thing. I hate tea.
I kind of wish I was pregnant so I could have an excuse to sleep with the full body pregnancy pillow that my husband hates but that I love ALMOST MORE than him.
Sorry, your point on sleeping with the blanket made me remember the awesome-ness that is that pillow and how it made me feel like I was sleeping on air.
I think you would love Sarah Vowell’s book: Assassination Vacation
Wow, I had a buttload of these in common with you. We could be pals! Or drive each other crazy.
-When I am @ work,or staying in sombody’s house,I am Super neat & Orgnized. Exactly opposite of what I am the rest of the time.
-I can be very quick & witty but it also comes with the “saying something thoughtless/stupid/cruel as well.
-The best way to get me Angry is to ignore me. I once threw a chair at a former boss when he attempted to do so,( He was ignoring an Urgent plea for help & after I told the Owner of the company about it, he got Canned that day!)
I do the bobby pin thing except I use unfolded paper clips. Works like a charm to clean the ears. Also, I am a total blanket thief, and so E and I sleep with different blankets. It’s all for the best because I get cold and he gets hot, so I have warm down and he has some light ass blanket.
I don’t like to stay at other people’s houses. I’d rather stay in a hotel. There’s just too much pressure to be ON and clean and polite, even if it’s family.
i think tea tastes like ass.
:)
- i have long legs for a short person of only 5 foot 2.
- i can drink up to a gallon of artificially sweetened lipton iced tea each day. but only if it’s sweetened with saccharine. not equal or sweet n low.
- caffiene has the opposite effect on me than anything decaf. espresso and dayquil will put me to sleep, while decaf coffee makes me hyper. trust me when i say this has been proven at a former job.
I’m the same way about my period. Every.Month. And now, thanks to perimenopause-that my doctor refuses to acknowledge- I’m getting it every 3 weeks. Don’t you want to be me?
I have a credit card that my husband doesn’t know about….
Um…. Trent might be moving and I will not be able to have a sushi party for my bday. /sigh I hope he gets to move though.
That might mean a French party instead.
I promise not to make anything with black liquorish and papaya.
Two random things: I, also, have a ridiculously long torso. I should be 5’10ish, but I’m 5’6. I have the shortest legs EVER.
I can’t have nail polish on my fingers. I can feel it, and it drives me nuts.
I HAVE to have order. My plates have to be stacked a certain way in the cupboard…afterall that is the only way it makes sense. I have to have the dishwasher loaded organized. Clothes are put away in the closets and drawers in an organized fashion. Each thing has a place and if it doesn’t and I can’t find a place for it, it is given away. Mine becomes a serious issue at times!
Okay, I LOVE fancy food. Before traveling ANYWHERE I will research and plan out exactly where I will eat for each meal. And, I do not care how much it costs.
I will eat an entire bag of chocolate chips in one sitting without flinching but will never EVER order anything other than non-fat milk in a latte.
When I married my husband he thought I was completely innocent and had never had sex. While I had never completed the act, I had done some things that I always felt guilty about. I am religious and did work it out with my bishop. There have been many times I want to just blurt it out and tell my husband but I am afraid to. Sometimes I feel like I am carrying a heavy chest that would be opened and released if I would just open up to him. I fear it would be a pandora box instead of a treasure chest though. We have no secrets between us. I know all his past (which does involve some sexual stuff) and he thinks he knows mine (which is the claim to nothing). I feel HORRIBLE about this. I have NEVER said I didn’t do anything before we were married. It was just always assumed and I always just allowed that. It wasn’t an act against him, it was before we dated. I have never even thought of kissing another man since we started dating. I still feel like it was an act against him.
man I wish I had know there were no Girl Scouts out there. My daughter would have helped you get your thin mint fix this year.
I am short and have short legs. Lose lose situation!
To Anonymous above: Tell him and confess if it is weighing you down. Your spouse should be your best friend. You may be underestimating his love for you!
Oh man…that bobbypin thing just brought back memories of my ex boyfriend, who would break the cotton part off q-tips and scratch the inside of his ears with the end of the stick. I think I broke up with him because I was sick of finding decapitated q-tips laying all over the house (and in the bed! ew!!!).
Okay, my secret…I’m scared that when I have kids someday, I won’t love them as much as my cat. Honestly, I think I love my cat more than any living thing!
I’ve been told repeatedly that I do not pronounce the H sound at the beginning of words. I maintain that I do but apparenting when I say words like “huge” is comes out sounding like “uge”. My family gives me a lot of crap over this one.
For all of the OCD people out there, when I am unloading my groceries at the checkout, I like to stack them in groups. The dairy products go together, of course I stack the frozen on top of each other so they don’t melt, produce, non food items etc.
I still sleep with my blankey.
“Apparenting” was supposed to be apparently! I guess another random fact about me is that my typing is lousy and my proofreading even worse. I know the basics of English grammar but I’m usually too lazy to care that much about it. For instance, I know that my last sentence above is funky…but I figure you’ll all know what I was talking about anyway.
Black licorice is of the debbil.
I must be weird, but I love herbal tea and black licorice.
I am super jealous of pregnant ladies.
I am not anywhere near as over the loss of my son as I let everyone think.
@Bridgy
WTH??? TRENT IS MOVING?? WHERE? Seattle?
Dude. We must talk.
Bummer about the sushi thing but if you want to have French Day I happen to know someone who makes KILLER chocolate souffles and baked brie. (Ehem.)
And I am totally going to comment on all of these as soon as I get back from the Dr. because I have a LOT to say, but the whole “Hi, your friend is moving and NOT MAKING US SUSHI” kinda threw me. :)
I see ghosts – like the 6th sense but without the cheesy kid. I died in the E.R. once; there wasn’t any “white light” or anything. I stole a car when I was 16 and never got caught for it (it was just a joy ride). I’ve broken 35 different bones in my body but not at the same time. I push people away once they get “too close” to me.
I absolutely love these 25 random things memes… LOVE THEM.
I feel like what people put into them is a collection of random tidbits of info about themselves – stuff that they don’t necessarily find interesting about themselves, but things that they think others might find interesting. (At least, that’s how I did mine… I tried to find the most interesting sounding info about myself – that I thought others would like, or at least find entertaining) I don’t know. I guess I think it’s just kind of a neat glimpse into the way you see others as well as the way you view yourself.
Am I making any sense at all?
Oh – and btw – I don’t mean that “what they think others would be interested in” thing in a snobby way at all… LOL.
wow…blogarific!
Loved reading this! I like memes too!
I also scratch my ears with bobby pins! Ah, feels soooo good! But hey, I had a doctor tell me that I had the cleanest ears he’s ever seen!
Can’t think of anything interesting about me right now. I’m too tired.
-I was so afraid of someone walking in on me at the latrine at girls camp that I held in my pee for the entire over-nighter… that is, until I went to sleep and went in my sleeping bag. Dude! It is a very shameful thing to have to hide your pee-smell from a bunch of 14 year olds for three days until you get home.
Cool list! I have a huge ribcage, and long legs for my height [5'4"].
Love music and laughing! [and massages!]
Frequently for breakfast or lunch, I’ll just make a bowl of trail mix, and eat it with a spoon so that I don’t get grease on my keyboard. I do this with chips, too.
I have a ‘need to forgive’ problem, too. Not sure if I’m ready though… it’ll be ten years this summer since the incident. ;s
OH MY LORD I should totally ship you a million cases of Girl Scout Thin Mints. we have so many leftover cookies to sell that our troop will probably go into debt!
I hate massages. I hate facials and pedicures. I don’t like strangers touching me at all. Every year for my birthday my mother in law gives a gift certificate for a massage, or a facial, and I force myself to use it because she is offended if I didn’t. I feel like it is too late to tell her I hate them. My husband reminds me (rightly so) that lots of people would love to get a birthday present like that. I feel like a brat, but that doesn’t change how I feel when I get a massage. It’s torture.
Anon…too bad we probably don’t live in same town because I will take your gift certificates and trade you whatever I happen to have that you might like.
And, i don’t thnk its too late to tell her you appreciate the thought but massages are just not your thing.
Cannot do 25 things about me because the first thing about me is I’m not that interesting.
Two things about me.
I would rather have 45 pap smears than have my teeth drilled on.
Sleep is underrated. It is good for your heart.
I often wait too long to use the toilet that a drop of pee ends up in my undies.
And anyone who reads this and doesn’t admit it is wearing a maxi pad right now.
Occasionally I get an overwhelming urge to trip people at random. This usually occurs when I am forced to be sedentary, such as in church, or at the DMV. I’ll do it too, so look out.
Hmmm, never a girl scout around when you need one. Sounds like a topic for an ‘adult film’.
Hi. I will probably come back when I’m done reading, but I just saw your thing about Thin Mints and had to comment.
Send me your address. I have probably half a dozen boxes of TMs in my basement that (wait for it) I CAN’T EAT. I was recently diagnosed with Celiac Disease and I’m not supposed to have wheat. I like Thin Mints (A LOT) but I like not being sick WAY more. I will totally pack those bad boys up and ship ‘em off to you.
Ok. Back now. I don’t have much more to add, other than that I? Totally have a way to load the dishwasher.
I had to relearn how to fold towels and shirts after I got married, because my husband had another way to do it. I … don’t know why I didn’t tell him to stuff it, but I didn’t and now it’s habit.
I just remembered a few random things I wish I would have put on my list – and they all stem from the bobby pin thing.
When I was little, my baby sitter used to clean my ears out with bobby pins. She would stick me in the ears so hard with those damned things that she actually pierced the skin one time! Another time, she poked to hard and managed to hit my ear drum. It didn’t do any real damage (or so they say) but I have a really hard time hearing anything on my left side now.
(I still clean my ears out with the curved end of the pin – if I have any lying around. It works so much better than Q-Tips!)
The same baby sitter had a chihuahua that was evil. The little monster never bit me, but I was scared to death of him, and I’ve hated little dogs ever since.
While at the sitters (yep, same one!) when I was about 6 months old, a one-year-old bit a chunk out of my arm. …Yes. An actual CHUNK. I’ve still got a really nasty scar from it. It’s not lumped up or anything, it’s just a big red mark. People always ask if I burned myself recently. I secretly love watching their expressions change when I explain how I got it.
(If you go to my Facebook page, in my Christmas photos, there is one of me standing in front of my Christmas tree that you can clearly see the scar.)
Sometimes i want to kick cats or dogs. I feel this urge to pull their tails or pinch them, or just tease them. I know people say that people who hurt animals could somehow hurt people…but i have never wanted to hurt “humans” like that. (ok, i could kick one now and then too)
I have no relationship with my parents anymore and I like it that way.
At one time we were close but something happened that tore our family apart and I’ve never been able to get past it.
Sometimes I think that when they die from old age at least I’ll have some peace because then they would finally leave me alone.
I GOT A 13 IN MATH TOO!
We’re Bad Math Buddies. :)
(I thought I had the lowest score in all of history.)