I had my tonsils taken out in third grade. I was mad for a week.
I am 5’7″ tall and weigh 125 pounds. Solid muscle. Not.
I have been married twice. The first time for 15 years. This time for 9, so far. (Will be 10 years on June 17)
I have 2 grown-up kids, Michael and Jennifer.
I have worked for the same company for 14 years.
I am a Pisces, and a true one at that.
I tend to lose interest in things frighteningly easily.
I have not been bored in years.
I am not a regular television viewer. Nor irregular, actually. I do make exceptions for Jeopardy, FHV and SNL if the music guest is good.
I tend to have a hard time comprehending things that do not interest me. (ie. sports, mathematics, politics)
I have an Associate Degree in Visual Communications.
Which is fairly worthless considering my line of work. And my income.
I was raised Catholic. I am presently retired from that ordeal.
My birthday is March 14, 19something.
I have one sister and four brothers. All younger than me.
I failed my driver’s test the first time for going too fast in a school zone.
My lucky number is 17.
I have been in love several times.
Teal, on the green side, is my favorite color.
I could not live without music.
I have three grandchildren. Julian, Madeline and Andrew. They are amazing.
I do not have any pets. I do, however, have a stuffed partridge which lives in a Victorian birdcage in my dining room.
I have a collection of teddy bears.
I collect too many things.
I collect old compacts. Not cars, silly. The things that have powder in them.
I collect postcards, hankies, marbles, and other assorted old stuff.
I only have one tattoo. It’s near my right hip. It’s a chameleon. (Get it?)
I have three piercings in my right ear, one in my left.
My father died from cancer in 1998. I miss him.
I once had a dog named Mooch and a cat named Mose.
I drive a 2003 Pearl white Toyota Avalon.
My best friend’s name is Kate.
I don’t use sugar.
I eat very little red meat.
I do not like sushi. I tried numerous times.
I wear glasses and contacts. But not at the same time. I’m blind without one or the other. I wear a close-up lens in my right eye and a far-away lens in my left eye. They work together like bi-focals. It’s called mono-vision or something.
I love to cook.
I detest baking.
It’s hard for me to sit still.
I own too many shoes, purses and coats.
I played the clarinet for a year or so in elementary school.
Bono is someone I greatly admire.
My handwriting changes frequently.
I must have my toilet tissue positioned so the end is under the roll.
I cannot sleep in flannel pajamas.
I drive with both feet. Brake, left. Gas, right.
I love the Sunday NY Times crossword puzzle.
I’m not good at riddles. Maybe because I hate them.
I have a terrible singing voice. My mother agrees.
I don’t like numbers but especially not odd numbers.
I am hopelessly addicted to cigarettes and blogging.
Although at present time I am more addicted to cigarettes than blogging. That fluctuates according to my mood state of mind.
I like to make up words and I do it oftenly.
I usually am reading several books at one time. Which is why it takes me so long to finish a book.
I pray alot. But I also offer thanks on a regular basis.
I love to wrap presents. With real paper, real tape and real ribbon.
When God was passing out common sense, I thought he said “incontinence.” I said “No, thanks.”
I have a ridiculous number of cds. I need to count them one day.
I also have a high number of songs in my iTunes. Why don’t they count them for me?
Coffee is my favorite flavor of ice cream and yogurt.
I could eat seafood all day, every day.
Coors Light gives me a wicked headache.
I have lived in only two states. Pennsylvania and West Virginia.
I have very vivid memories of living in WV. I was only 3 or 4 years old.
I can’t remember what I had for dinner last night.
My intentions are good 99.9% of the time. Despite how it may seem.
I think a receding hairline on a man is sexy. And a manicure as well.
I don’t dye my hair.
< That is the sign for Pisces.
My favorite cake flavor is chocolate. With peanut butter icing.
Cherry may be my favorite kind of pie. But I also like pecan.
I love Brussell sprouts and turtle soup. And sardines.
I do not care for salmon cakes, anchovies or peaches from a can.
You could not pay me to eat limburger cheese. Spellcheck says I’m spelling that wrong but I hate it so much, I don’t care.
I sleep with way too many pillows.
I can recite most of the dialogue from The Breakfast Club.
I am a chronic list-maker. They are usually not this lengthy.
I love to entertain. Guests. In my home.
I have never watched Lost, American Idol or Dancing With the Stars. I will survive.
While I am happy to be female, I would love to see what it feels like to be a man for awhile.
Barbie was my favorite toy as a child.
I lost interest in this list quite awhile ago.
Unfinished projects leave me feeling anxious and unfulfilled.
Self-control is something I severely lack.
I once won a dance contest.
I’m terrified of Karaoke.
I would like to publish a novel one day. Or write a book. That’s what I meant.
I can write backwards and upside down (simultaneously) in cursive.
I can cross one eye. Either eye.
But I can’t do a cartwheel.
My sarcasm has gotten me into trouble on more than one occasion.
I have a hard time learning from my mistakes.
I am a morning person and a night person. The earlier the better and the later, the better. Sometimes they are the same thing.
Sometimes I am torn between having a good time and acting like a lady.
I love to fall asleep listening to rain on the roof.
I spend too much time contemplating “what might have been.”
Given the chance to live my life over (knowing what I know now) I would kick some serious ass.
I want to visit Paris one day. I would like to learn French first.