Facebook Made Me Do It

I assume you’re all just as obsessed with Facebook as I am, yes? Yes. Undoubtedly, then, you have seen the little “game” going around where people write some odd number of facts down about themselves in their status and then everyone who “likes” the status gets assigned a number of things that they must write about themselves in their status, and the game continues.

I am aggressively boycotting this game.

Not because I don’t like to write things about myself for people to read (obviously) but because I think it is a very sneaky game. Many of the people who are playing it don’t bother to mention that if you like the status, you then get assigned a number. What if I was just liking your status because I think the fact that you regularly wet the bed until you were 14 is hilarious? It is hilarious, and I shouldn’t be penalized for thinking so. Anyway, point being, it’s a game of trickery and I cannot condone it.

However, I do like facts. And I like learning new things. So I’m going to tell you some facts about myself and you’re going to tell me a fact about yourself in return, ok? Great.

1. I don’t like macaroni and cheese.

Perish the thought, I know. It’s strange because I like pasta, and I live for cheese, but the combination of the two is fundamentally unacceptable to me. The texture becomes weird and it’s just all bad. I might make an exception for macaroni and pimento cheese, but that is only because I love pimento cheese so much that I’d be willing to overlook the texture thing. Doesn’t matter if it’s Kraft macaroni and cheese or homemade macaroni and cheese, it’s all terrible.

Which brings me to fact #2: I don’t like salad.

2. I slept on the floor in my parents’ room off and on until I was 16.

In what is easily the most embarrassing thing I have ever admitted on the internet (and that’s saying a lot, amiright?), I slept in my parents’ room off and on until I was 16. I have an absolutely paralyzing fear of the dark and I’ve never had a good dream – I have only had nightmares my entire life. For years, I slept with the lights on. To this day, I sleep with a loaded shotgun next to my bed and I wake up probably 4-5 times a night afraid that someone is about to attack me. When I was a kid, I was so scared that I would stay awake until my parents went to sleep and then drag my pillow and blanket into their room so I could sleep. They always made me start the night in my own room in hopes that once in awhile I would actually stay in there, but that rarely happened. I’d probably be sleeping in their room to this day were it not for the fact that I got a serious boyfriend when I was 16 and it suddenly occurred to me that people who had serious boyfriends probably did not sleep on the floor in their parents’ rooms. So thank you, Danny, for that. (Yes, my high school boyfriend’s name was Danny. It was awful.)

Perhaps my parents should have just gotten me a more attentive cat.

3. My mom made me my own spelling lists in school.

I started reading at a young age because I was busy avoiding running, so I always had a pretty good grasp on the English language. As luck would have it, I’m also a strong speller. When I changed schools in the first grade, my class was spelling words like “cat,” and “bat,” and T-Rex Mom began what would be a long tradition of forcing me into academic pursuits that I hated at the time but would later come to appreciate. She met with my teacher and became one of those parents who insisted on giving me my own spelling list. So, each Friday when we had our spelling test, my teacher would literally say “Ok, class, the next word is ‘cat.’ Danielle, the next word is ‘spaghetti.'” My mom greatly enjoyed making the list around a central theme, so one week it was dinosaurs, then the next would be food, the next would be insects. Suffice to say I was not the most popular kid in my class.


4. I’m not afraid of snakes.

I grew up in South Florida, land of strange reptiles. My parents had a penchant for buying older houses that had septic tanks and other strange plumbing arrangements, so we regularly had animals coming up through the pipes. Frogs, snakes, you name it and it probably swam through the pipes and into our toilets. We also always had pools – sometimes covered, sometimes not – so snakes went in all the time and I loved pulling them out. We played in the woods and outside a lot as kids, so I was constantly exposed to all sorts of reptiles and I quite like them. With that being said, if a tiny little field mouse crosses my path, or, God forbid, is found in my house, I will freak out. I guess I’d rather deal with venom than fleas that could potentially carry the bubonic plague; call me old fashioned.

5. I recently realized what’s “wrong” with me.

This is perhaps a snippet of a longer post for another day, but a few months ago, I realized what has been “wrong” with me my whole life. I have a lot of social anxiety and I’ve always done weird things like screen my calls (no matter who is calling) or try to leave parties early no matter how much fun I’m having. I thought I just was awkward, but actually, I’m an introvert! I was confused because I equated introversion with shyness and quietness – two things that I really am not – but actually, those are just two qualities that some introverts have, not all.  This list is the reason I figured it out, and it has been such a relief! I no longer feel like there is something wrong with me, and it’s such a relief to know that being an introvert doesn’t mean you’re socially inept or that being outgoing doesn’t make you an extrovert! Being able to explain these things to the people I am closest to has really helped me find peace and make better decisions that will make me happy rather than just “toughing it out” all the time. Oh, and for those of you who are interested to know – AJ (the shy one) is actually less of an introvert than I am. Who would have thought?

Long live Lord Disick.

6. I eat my food sequentially.

This was a topic of conversation the other night when I was out to dinner with AJ’s family because apparently, I’m the only person who does this. I eat my meals in a very specific order: the vegetable goes first, then the entree, then the side dishes. I’ve done that ever since I was a little kid, and I don’t deviate – I never take a bite of mashed potatoes and then a bite of turkey and then back to the potatoes. The thought is horrifying and I have absolutely no idea why. I suppose I could eat a different way, but then how would I save the best part of the meal for last? How would I make sure I ate all the yucky vegetables while they were still warm? The struggle is real.

7. I won the “Human Relations” award in the 8th grade.

At one of those magnificent middle school awards ceremonies, I walked away with what was apparently a rather big award, called the “Human Relations” award. To this day, I think it is the most proud my parents have ever been of me, with the possible exception of the day I told them I was getting divorced. Anyway, this award was given to one 8th grade girl and one 8th grade boy who was friends with all different types of people and always tried to make other people feel welcome and included, which is something I generally have always tried to do. That’s not what makes the story interesting, though. The award was given out by our Assistant Principal, who had also been my Assistant Principal at the elementary school I had attended, so he knew me personally. He gave a really nice speech describing the person who would be receiving the award and he said “I will never forget these crazy earrings she used to wear in elementary school – my favorites were the ones with that had the little troll dolls on them” and when he said that, I knew I had won. Well, the next day, another girl who had gone to the same elementary school as me (significant because we had both moved to the new district and most students hadn’t attended that school) came up to me and said “Ugh, I can’t believe you won. I thought for sure he was talking about me.” And walked away. No congratulations or anything.  Bitch, that is why you did not win the “Human Relations” award.

Exactly the kind of earrings I used to rock on the daily.

8. I own approximately 95 pairs of shoes.

This is not an exaggeration. At last count, I owned 95 pairs of shoes, not including the 7 pairs of running shoes that were still unworn in their boxes, waiting for my latest pair to get worn out. No, I just have a ridiculous shoe obsession and I have since middle school. Some are much more interesting than the others – I adore brightly colored pumps – but they have one thing in common: almost all of them are extremely inexpensive. With the exception of my running shoes and one pair of boots, all of my shoes cost $30 or less per pair. I get bored really easily, so I never believed in spending a lot of money on trendy shoes. I just buy them from cheap websites like UrbanOG and then don’t worry about it when I get sick of them. Also, my mom has bought me plenty of shoes over the years without realizing how many pairs I already had, and who am I to stop her? Now that I don’t work in an office anymore, my desire to buy shoes has greatly diminished, so I’m not looking to grow my collection anytime soon. In the mean time, if you need shoes of any color or style for any occasion and you wear a women’s 7.5 – 8, holla at me and you can borrow my shoes!

A little more than half the collection. There’s an entire additional shelf next to it.

9. I don’t like movies.

With very few exceptions, I really don’t like movies. I couldn’t tell you the last time I went to one. I think they’re outrageously expensive (thanks for that, Mom and Dad) and sitting in those uncomfortable seats kills my back. I also have the attention span of a gnat (another 1st grade spelling word), so after an hour and a half, I’m spent. Over the summer, AJ and I watched Argo with my parents when we were visiting, and even though it’s a great movie and I really enjoyed it, I could not wait for it to be over so I could stop concentrating on it. For this reason, I love to binge-watch television series. That way, I get a break between each episode. If I never saw another movie, I’d be completely fine with that.

10. I went to every Miami Dolphins home game for 12 years.

Painful though it presently is to admit, I am a huge Miami Dolphins fan and have been since I was a little kid. My family had season tickets for as long as I can remember, but when I was really little, my brother and I were only allowed to go to the games that allowed us to go to bed at our normal times. Starting at age 7, I went to all of them. Eventually, my dad realized that my brother and my mom preferred watching the games at home, so we made the switch to just two tickets and upgraded to club seats. He and I went to every game together until I moved away from home to go to college. Those games are some of the best memories I have as a kid and one of the (very few) things I miss about living in Florida. To this day, many of the inside jokes I have with my dad evolved from those games and the many colorful characters we met over the years.  WAHTAH!

I get my sense of adventure, bad stomach, ability to negotiate, and unfortunate love of the Miami Dolphins from my dad.

LEAVE A COMMENT: Tell me an interesting fact about you. Come on, you can think of one.

76 thoughts on “Facebook Made Me Do It

  1. I think we were twins separated at birth! 😉
    I am training for the Houton Marathon, but live in a suburb of Tulsa, OK and will be running the Rt. 66 Half Marathon as part of my training. I ran the full last year. Would LOVE to meet you while you’re in town!

    1. Hooray! I will be at the expo on both Friday and Saturday working at a booth for my new company! It’s called Ramblen – definitely stop by and say hi!

  2. I do the food thing, too! My family and friends all think I’m nuts, but I do one thing at a time from least favorite to most favorite. The thought of taking a bite of one thing, switching to another, and then back to the first thing is just completely ridiculous. Who does that? Honestly!

  3. My son and I are both introverts and we love it. Works out good that when we’re together it’s almost like we are alone. If that makes sense. He slept on the floor of my room on and off til he was 12 and I think it’s interesting that u did too. Wonder of it’s related at all?

  4. Dude. There is nothing wrong with the food thing. That’s totally normal. Except when you live with a terrible, terrible eight year old who will pile his mashed potatoes and corn on top of his meatloaf and smash it all together while grinning at you.

  5. Great factoids! Urmm fun random fact – I used to sleep in my parents room too, I would go to the end of the bed on the floor and basically pull half their quilt off the bed and roll up in that and the bed skirt…

    I also always run up stairs from basements because I am convinced some one will be hiding with a gun.

    1. To this day, I run through the dark even if I’ve just seen that the entire room is clear. I’m never worried that people are going to be hiding with a gun – I’m always worried they’ll be hiding with a knife. No idea why, but it’s very specific.

  6. So I too slept in my parent’s bedroom on the floor at the foot of the bed until I was 15 or 16. And I am terrified of a long list of things including the dark. My husband was out of town last week and I slept with the light on every single night.

  7. Yes, #6. Veggies first, then protein, then carbs. Always. I also prefer for it not to touch, but it gets really weird to use those divided plates when you’re 30, so I just do my best to keep it separated.

    I am concerned that you don’t like macaroni and cheese though; I’ve never had pimento cheese…..

    Introverts unite! Seriously. I used to ask my boyfriend when we could leave parties. I must have looked like the biggest bitch being all, “I need to go home, I don’t like people”. I was always outspoken, so I thought I was extroverted, nope, just a super obnoxious introvert!

    1. Agreed. Foods should not touch. When people are all, “Whatever, it all touches in your stomach anyway,” I cringe.

      I had never had pimento cheese until I moved to South Carolina, so I’m not that surprised. If you ever see it in the grocery store or at a restaurant, check it out. Or come visit and I’ll make you some. We’ll avoid all the parties.

  8. When I was 7, I found out my name WASN’T Meg, as my family and friends had been calling me since birth, but was instead Mary, named after my grandmother. Apparently my mom liked the character Meg from The Thornbirds or something, and called me that instead of Mary. So I had a mini-identity crisis at age 7, and changed my name to Ariel (obsessed with the Little Mermaid, still am.) for a year, and then Michelle for a month, then DJ, Stephanie, Dana, Karen, and Al. Plus others, I’m sure. THEN I switched back to Mary. There are still friends of my parents who, when they see me/remeet me, they ask what they should call me.

    Sidenote- Any runs coming up in the LA area? We’ve got a pretty sweet run club up here if I do say so myself…. (A Runner’s Circle Run Club. we’re kickass.)

    1. Well, that is very confusing and I would probably have had an identity crisis too. Can’t help but notice that with the exception of Ariel, all of the other names are characters on TGIF shows from the early 90s…tell me I’m not wrong and that’s not just a coincidence.

      No runs coming up in the LA area at the current time, but that could change if I head out that way for work! Unfortunately, I’ve got pretty much all of the western states left to finish except California, so I need to focus my time and money on getting there before I go back to CA for another marathon 🙁

  9. I sat, literally butt naked, on a curling iron in college…….before I went out drinking for the night. I could not sit right or wear underware for two weeks, but was too embarrassed to seek medical attention for my 2nd-3rd degree burn. Good times;-)

  10. I feel you with the food thing. Though there are certain foods I will mix, for the most part I eat one part of a meal at a time.

    Random facts- I don’t eat onions or mushrooms. Ever. I played piano for 14 years.

  11. Just one? Really? Holy crap!! I’ve self-diagnosed myself with misophonia, or hatred of sound. More specifically, listening to people eat. It’s like fingernails on a chalkboard, but slathered in dirt. Oh. My. Gawd. My MIL of over 17 years will put an entire mouthful of food in her mouth then proceed to talk. In this case, I’m hearing and seeing the eating. My own son, makes me nauseous at meal time. Yes, I’ve worked with him. I’ve been told no one else hears what I do. The nastilicious swallowing. The slurping. The super chewy chewing….the juicy chewing, breathing while chewing!!! As soon as I read there was a name for it I still felt sickened around the clueless people, but the outright anxiety and anger had a place to go. Right to my Xanax bottle…always better to find out ‘it’s’ been named.

    1. I’m suddenly really glad no one hears what you hear because that sounds absolutely horrible. And gross. Really, really gross.

    2. OMG. I have self-diagnosed myself with misophonia as well. Even reading comments talking about the sounds pains me. I mean fills me with rage. I want to smack whoever is chewing across their face. I am glad I am not alone!

  12. I knew you and I would be friends for life…same experience with sleeping on the floor in my parents room until the age of 12. Let me tell you how much my mom hated stepping over me every morning. It was the fear of the dark that caused it too.
    Also, I didn’t realize it either until I read that SAME EXACT INTERNET ARTICLE, that I’m an introvert. I would always have a hard time in public because of severe social anxiety and absolutely called all of my college party days appearances as “cameos” because I would leave early (meaning before 2am in college time). I love being social & spending time with as many people as I can….but I need me time….a lot.

  13. I was looking thru my closet today lamenting over the fact that I have no shoes other than a few Sperry’s and some other random shoes. Maybe you should bring some home for me at Thanksgiving! lol I did make your pallet every night knowing you would be coming 🙂

    1. My youngest son slept in our room until he was 12. I used to make him a pallet on the floor too because I knew he would be there even though we made him start out in his bed! He always slept on the floor by my side of the bed. We used to joke that he would have to go to TU or ORU to college because he would have to come home at night to sleep on our floor!! None of my friends’ kids did this.
      One random fact about me, I’m a Peepaholic! I love Peeps! I can eat them year round, fresh or stale. I can eat a bunch and still not make myself sick of them! For my birthday one year, my friends made me a cake and filled the top of it with rows and rows of Peeps! It was the best birthday cake ever!!

  14. I’m with you on the movie thing! More than an hour, and I’m done. I am afraid of three things: 1. Dying alone 2. Falling and breaking and my teeth and 3. Having fat arms. All three are ridiculous but I have nightmares about #2 2-3 times a week.

  15. OK, just one thing (about a dozen sprang to mind … which is its own thing, I guess – and why I write such long sprawling comments. Have to take this up on my own blog – since I have also refused to like a number game).

    I great up in the Boston area, and always ate Clam Chowder, but one year (~1991 or 92, can’t recall) we were at the Chowdah-Fest in Boston, which was amazing … and for some reason I felt absolutely awful afterwards, gnawing stomach and all.

    Since that day I have been unable to eat clams, clam chowder, mussels or anything even fried in the same oil as clams.

    1. Yay!! I can use commenting on others posts to add more!! Ok, your clam issue reminded me of the fact I’m unable to eat seafood. If it swims, used to, wanted to, dreamt of swimming or even made the attempt? I cannot/will not eat it….hmmmm, seeing a pattern here. So far everything revolves around eating/food…

    2. Oddly enough, I took up smoking cigarettes for about 6 months my senior year of high school (had to get rid of all the angst, naturally) and this exact same thing happened to me. I had one cigarette that tasted really gross for some reason – well, I guess they all do – and I never picked them up again. That’s a good thing, though. The clam chowdah issue is just unfortunate.

      1. I thought that some of the defining characteristics of cigarettes were being totally disgusting carriers of wretched stink, horrid breath and slow cancerous death for all involved? What’s not to like! 😀

  16. When I was way younger and my mom took me to McDonalds and there was the “Hot Wheels” option or the “Barbie” option for a happy meal toy I ALWAYS wanted the Hot Wheels toy. They were just so much more…functional..than the Barbie. I mean, what are you supposed to do with a Barbie besides stare at it and wish you had her body? Nothing. Hot Wheels was way more exciting (in my kid opinion). I wouldn’t ever ask for it though because I was a REALLY quiet child, so my mom would have to remember to ask lol.

  17. I love how many people on this blog eat their food in order. I have finally found my people! Also – the leaving parties early thing: I’m so with you.

  18. I used to sleep on the floor right outside my parents door due to nightmares. My dad would not let me stay with them and I was too scared to stay in my room.

    I find the nightmares return when I am stressed.

    Just finished Philadelphia Marathon. Still an awesome race but that road to Manayunk is soooo long!

    1. I’m glad my parents let me stay with them. I think the hall would have been just as terrifying as my room.

      Congratulations! I’m so jealous. I really want to do Philadelphia next year!

  19. I don’t eat my food sequentially but I do eat my salad alone – I cannot eat it with other food.
    As for shoes, now I saw your shelf, I wonder how close to that number I am…

    An interesting fact about me (or strange, I think some people would call it strange) – I have more than 100 bottles of perfume. 😀

    1. That is a VERY interesting fact. I’m allergic to perfume, so remind me never to go near your perfume collection if I ever come visit you!

  20. I was lured into such a ‘game’ . It was worse becsuse the post ssid “I like someone, whst should I do?’ And all of her friends were giving sincere advise abd hesrtfelt comnents. The game part then felt like a slap in the face. I did not participate and am now very leary of her posts and my desire to give her any online support.IApologize for spelling errors. Am on my phone and it won’t allow me to fix them.

  21. Guilty of #6! In fact, all of my cousins eat that way too (I consider it a genetic flaw). When I was a kid, I would only put one thing on my plate at a time. Obviously, I’ve matured since then! I eat the stuff I LOVE first, that way if I get full I don’t miss out in my favs!

    1. I don’t know anyone else in my family who eats that way, but I’m not sure I ever really paid attention. I always eat the stuff I love last so that is the last taste I have in my mouth! I also never get full, so there’s that.

  22. Oh the food thing! Right there with ya! (UNLESS it’s a huge holiday meal with too many options, then I skip around and go back for seconds and thirds. But a regular meal with protein, veggie, and carb? Veggies first while they’re hot, then carbs before they get cool, then the protein.) And I do sometimes use my kids’ plates with the dividers…

    I can’t believe you don’t like mac n’ cheese. That’s like saying you don’t like chocolate or ice cream (I know weirdos like that too…) – COMFORT FOOD! Pimento mac n’ cheese is very popular here in the deep south, but I find it disgusting. But I also can’t eat Kraft anymore – folks around here KNOW how to make homemade mac n’ cheese and there is no better recipe than these southern women make! Though Annie’s Organic sharp cheddar shells works in a time crunch…

    I’m not afraid of snakes either. We did recently buy an awesome snake hook for relocating the venomous ones though (since our kids are old enough to play outside further than an arm’s reach from us now).

    I am, however, afraid of Gremlins. Because of them I slept with my door wide open and a very bright series of nightlights throughout my entire youth. And if I had to get out of bed at night to pee? You bet I was jumping from my bed to as close as I could get to the door, then sprinting to the hallway where it was safe. Still not sure why I thought the Gremlins would stay in my room…

    I already talked too much to add any other random fact about myself…

    Love your blog T-REX 🙂

    1. Thank you for all the facts! I knew a lot of kids who were afraid of monsters or something similar, but I never had much of an imagination where that type of thing was concerned, so I always just figured monsters/gremlins/etc weren’t real and therefore nothing to be afraid of. Murderers, kidnappers, and rapists, however, ARE real and therefore something to be feared. I was a very practical child.

    1. I only eat peanut butter sandwiches when I was a kid, although I can eat them with jelly now. I hate cereal. It’s disgusting. I’ll only eat it dry.

  23. An interesting fact about me: I collect things based on two different topics. I love zombies and cinderella. So I have a lot of zombie books, tshirts, posters, etc and same for cinderella. Yeah. Strange.

  24. I don’t eat my food that way but I am a firm believer in the ultimate “final taste,” the perfect food or combination of foods to have in the last bite. If my last bite isn’t as perfect as I expected it to be I’ll go eat something else just to erase the bitter memory (usually dessert, which solves all my problems, ever).

    A random fact about me: When I was in like 6th grade I won third place in the Philadelphia Pulaski Day Coloring Contest. The prize was that we got to go down to City Hall and pick up a gift certificate from the president of the Polish-American Cultural Center or something, as well as the Mayor. They played the Polish national anthem and when they wrapped and it got quiet again my grandfather sang out (loudly) the only Polish word he knew – pierogi. To this day when a song ends sometimes I will randomly sing “pierogi” in homage to my awesome Pop-Pop.

    1. Um, that is the best/sweetest story I have ever heard. Would you be terribly upset if I started singing “pierogi” at the end of songs in homage to your awesome Pop-Pop as well?

  25. Perhaps not all the food – but my carb will ALWAYS be last. No matter the bread, I will ALWAYS eat it last. You will also never EVER find me asleep with my foot or arm hanging off the side of the bed – SOMEONE IS WAITING IN THE DARK OR UNDER THE BED TO GRAB IT – hello!

    1. Oh my gosh, I never hang my foot or arm off the bed either. I read that urban legend about the woman who let her dog lick her hand and then one night a murderer skinned her dog and the murderer licked her hand instead and I just CANNOT. Omg I’m having a panic attack right now and all the lights are on. BAH

  26. Oh.My.God. I too eat my food sequentially, specifically in alphabetical order. I have no idea why but I always have. I also have a shoe collection that would rival a Kardashian’s. But the weirdest thing is that I have never met another person who hates movies for the same reason that I do! And if all that weren’t strange enough, when I was a kid, I spent all my time organizing my toys and I seriously thought that was the way to play. I was the only girl in the third grade who actually hung all her barbie clothes on hangers and color coordinated them.

    1. Wow, eating your food in alphabetical order is intense…and I like it. I didn’t really play with toys as a kid – didn’t have the imagination – so I read books instead. Which I ordered alphabetically.

  27. #2 – totally related to. However, I didn’t get a gun until last year and it still isn’t loaded. However when the hubby is gone for the night, I sleep with a butcher knife under my pillow and make at least one of my kids sleep with me. I then try to stay up until daylight and will sleep with various lights and the tv on. I never had dreams until I got married. Only had nightmares until then and the same recurring one (I’m sure I’m a psychologists’ dream appointment).

    and I look forward to meeting you at the upcoming route 66 marathon bloggers forum!!

    1. I’m not sure what good an unloaded gun is going to do, but I guess if you have kids, that makes sense. This is why I can’t have kids – can’t sacrifice my protection threshold. I’m looking forward to meeting you too!

  28. OMG! The longer I read your blog, the more we have in common. I’m both autistic and an introvert, but I’m super loud and outgoing. (Try and find another autist who goes a party knowing nobody and ends up everybody’s friend!)

    Also, the fact about movies – I hate movies so much. I can only watch super-actiony action movies, or very scary horror films, because those can sometimes give me a little adrenaline and trick me into forgetting that I am sitting still. And I literally only ever watch movies when my boyfriend forces me to. I’m always asking him to pause the movie and let me take a break. He doesn’t understand how much EFFORT it takes to force myself to sit still and focus on something noninteractive!

    Facts about me:
    1) I know how to pole dance.
    2) I’m a published writer *and* a published mathematician.
    3) I was a picky eater as a kid, so a lot of my meals consisted of a huge bowl of my favorite food in the universe – steamed spinach! (Wait… a five year old picky eater who adores spinach? My parents were happy to accommodate that quirk.)
    4) I’m phobic of squirrels. So is my mother, but we had no idea that we had the same fear until I confessed it to her at age 22. Turns out, the fear stems from a recurring dream that we both have, and never told each other about! A genetically transmitted nightmare… spooky.

    1. I was a picky eater as a kid too, but I only ate pasta and rice. My parents would have killed for me to eat steamed spinach 🙂 I am so glad that other people understand how hard it is to watch movies! This is such a relief.

  29. I hated that Facebook game. I pretended I didn’t see anyone’s posts about it. I tend to overshare on my status updates as it is, I don’t need a specific reason to do it multiple times in one status.

    Given your fear of the dark, you should probably never watch Supernatural.

    I totally understand the awkwardness of your own spelling test. While all the other kids were talking about Brenda-Dylan-Kelly, I was trying to explain the episode of NOVA I had watched with my step-dad.

    As for an interesting fact about me? Hmm, How about two:

    1. Despite being born and raised in Canada, I naturally speak with an Irish accent in certain situations. While my friends hear stories about my mom and dad, my brothers and I always talk about our mum and da. You should hear me after a Skype session with the cousins. Sound like I just came through immigration!

    2. My first cat was named Puss-puss. I got her when I was 4. She lived 19 years. This January is 11 years since I put her down and I still can’t talk about it without crying.

    1. I definitely never watch scary movies. I’d never sleep again.

      I want an Irish accent SO BAD. I am jealous. And it is extremely cool that you have Irish cousins. Do any of them want to marry me? I will accept.

      Gosh, I’m so sorry to hear about your cat. I was with my childhood dog when we put him down also (had him from age 4-18) and his collar is still hanging on my rearview mirror in my truck.

      1. Unfortunately, I only have one male cousin who hasn’t coupled up… being at the younger end of 37 cousins means that most had gotten married while I was still in high school. But if our paths should ever cross, I’ll make sure to trot out my Co. Monaghan accent for you 🙂

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