Fair warning: I stole both this title and this concept from Pawel Grabowski over on the Self-Employed Café. And as I understand it, that he stole it from somebody else. So maybe this will become this whole stolen movement on blogs across the world. Or, maybe you’ll just learn some more stuff about me. Either way, enjoy the randomness below:
I can gauge how well we know each other by the name you call me. If you call me P.S., you probably only know me through one of my blogs. If you call me Princess, I probably know you in some sort of formal capacity, through work or maybe I went to school with you. If you call me PJ, you’re somebody whose phone call I won’t screen. And if you call me by my middle name, we’re family. (Note: I’m not posting my middle name because I know you’d guys use it call me up to impersonate long lost cousins who need to borrow money. I’m not falling for it!)
I am addicted to Sour Patch Kids. I buy them by the pound and actually have an entry in my budget for them. Telling me that I’m out of them is the best way to get me to leave the house at 7am because I can’t get through the work day without them.
There’s a baby stalking me because I rejected her. It’s a long story.
One of my super powers is the ability to read a novel and walk at the same time. I have walked many a mile with a book open in front of me.
I grew up a Navy kid and seem to have caught the wanderer bug. I have lived everywhere from New York City to New Orleans and almost everywhere in between. I currently live in Chicago. I moved here because I was tired of Mississippi summers, wanted to live in the North and couldn’t stand NYC. I might even stay here for more than 3 years. We’ll see.
I think I hold the record for being mistaken for someone body else the most times in a lifetime. I have a face that makes people think they know me. They insist I’ve gone to school with them, babysat them or owe them money. I once had a man nearly twice my age swear we dated in 1979. I told him “Only if you took me to the Fetus Club because that’s what I was in the late months of 1979, sir.”
I am one of four children, the only girl and the only one under 6’2. They all think this is hilarious. In fact, my entire family is tall, including my mother. I’m 5’5 on my best day standing on my tip toes. (OK, OK, you got me. 5’4 and ¾.)
I own a car but despise driving. I take public transportation whenever possible. I haven’t driven in so long that I tried to figure out how much gas was the other day and had to look it up. When I saw the price, it certainly didn’t make me want to start driving.
I’m weird about food. I won’t eat anything blue or purple. White liquids and bananas freak me out. I can’t eat most dairy products unless I can verify the expiration date for myself. I don’t like onions, mustard, or ketchup. I’m terrified of being anywhere near mayonnaise. It can’t even let it touch me or I will freak out. On the other hand, when I like something, I find myself eating day and night for weeks at a time. I once ate French toast twice a day for a month and a half.
I am married to the only person I’ve ever met who was more ridiculous than I am. We had a week long fight about who would be Batman if we were in a comic book. We use Rock Band as couples counseling and have regular food fights. When people ask us when we’re going to settle down and have kids, I always say “We ARE the kids. What we need are some adults around here.”
Are you going to write a post about yourself? If you do, make sure to post the link in the comments below or leave a pingback. And if you don’t, why don’t you leave me one interesting fact about yourself in the comments? C’mon. You know you want to.