Edited 6/12/15

Been at this since ’95, and it’s the first time I’ve attempted one of these. Some are serious – some are not (but true).

1. I don’t like hummingbirds.  They’re vampires from hell that want to suck the juice from my eyeballs.
2. Bees scare me way too much for me not to be allergic.
3. They always have scared me… but I got stung by a bee in the crotch. That takes talent.
4. My husband can solve a Rubik’s cube in under 3 minutes.  Not my thing, but so random I have to mention it here.
5. I have incredibly curly hair.
6. I sometimes have pink hair.
7. My eyebrow is pierced.
8. I have two tattoos with plans to add more that connect those two into one picture.
9. Yes, they all mean something.
10. Yes, I’d do it again.
11. I waited a year for each to be sure.
12. I am politically a very random libertarian with some conservative and some liberal ideas. I’m a mish-mash.
13. I am a Christian. Sort of.
14. I am not your “typical” Christian. I have some extremely eclectic view which I do not share here.
15. I do not know who my biological father is.  I will never know, my biological mother is dead and purposely kept the info from me.
16. My favorite color is green.
17. I love pasta.
18. I hate yogurt.
19. I have 2 ulcers.  I tested negatively for the h-pylori bacteria – yes I do actually worry that much.
20. Did I mention I’m in therapy? I am. I am no longer in therapy – but I used to be!
    
21. I have a hernia waiting to break through.  Can’t do anything until it does, though.
22. I have consistent migraines.  Have since I hit puberty.
23. My husband had a brain injury.  Since his recovery, he’s prone to migraines. Since a massive load of dental work, he is no longer prone to migraines, woot!
    
24. We don’t go to concerts where there will be strobe lights or else neither of us would be able to drive home. We’re a pair.
25. I have two uteri & two cervices.  It’s called Uterine Didelphys.  I’m lucky to be a mother, and lucky to have lived through childbirth. Twice.
26. My husband and I both think I get PMDD, rather than PMS.  He’s learned to deal, but you?  You might want to stay away.
27. See number 20.
28. One ear is double pierced.  The other is triple pierced.
29. I used to be addicted to meth (as of this writing, it’s been over 17 years.) (Yes, I still count.)
30. I don’t drink much – don’t like the taste.
31. I have a cat who spends the day on my lap while I write.  It’s a hard life. (Update – 3 cats!)
32. The same cat sleeps with me each night.  Her head shares my pillow.
33. I have a half sister I have not seen since she was 6 months old.  I searched and found her.  We are in contact, but neither of us can afford the trip to visit. Unfortunately, we’re not very close, though.
34. I have a half brother we have not been able to find.
35. I have another half sister that I think I found who was relinquished at birth.  But until I’m sure, I won’t disrupt her life.
36. I am one female in a house with three other males. And yet, I clean the toilets. Something’s not right.
37. I am a great cook – but I don’t do fancy.  You seriously want to eat my pot roast.
38. I am the only person in the house who will willingly eat something with foreign things in it – like vitamins and minerals.
39. I am annoyed very easily.
40. I can’t stand people. Persons I like. People can suck it.
41. I think artichokes are an awful lot of work for very little return.
42. Coffee and I are BFFs.
43. I smoke. I’m not proud that I smoke. I don’t need the lecture. See number 29. It’s hard.
44. I have green/gray/blue eyes. Depends on my mood and what I’m wearing.
45. I like them best when they’re green.
46. I wear glasses.
47. I will never wear contacts because the idea of putting something in my eye completely squicks me out.
48. Which is why I will never have Lasik surgery – I’d probably pass out from the anxiety.
49. I’m scared of heights. It’s just about a full-blown phobia. I will not go on “straight down” rides, like Freefall at Magic Mountain.
50. I break out in a sweat and use both hands on the rail if I go up or down those stairs you can see through.
51. I had to walk across a freeway overpass. My husband had to hold onto me, until I broke out into a run ’cause I was almost to the other side. All while telling the kids, “I’m fine, no problem.” And then promptly burst into tears.
52. See number 20.
53. I play those annoying Facebook games. (I don’t have time anymore!) If you don’t like it, you know you can block those applications right? If you write me and tell me to stop putting it on your feed… I’m not. It’s because you’re seeing MY feed, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I will also give you detailed directions in how to block the application so you don’t have to see them ever again.
54. I can be a bit prickly.
55. I am also kind.
56. I’m not very sympathetic.
57. If someone dies, I’m probably not going to hold your hand. (I know, I suck.) But chances are, I’ll make sure your house is clean, you’re eating enough, and your bills are paid properly until you’re back on your feet.
58. I might be a bit too practical.
59. And emotions are hard for me.
60. It has to do with how I was raised, some abuse, rape, and abandonment issues. Oh – and see number 20.
61. My husband has the capability to completely undo me emotionally in all the good ways. And he’s the only one who can.
62. My mother has had the capability, however, to completely undo me emotionally in all the bad ways. Again – she’s the only one who can.
63. I am a strict disciplinarian. My kids both have special needs, and need that structure with monumental boundaries. So if you tell me my son would be fine if he just had more discipline at home – I may scratch your eyes out.
64. I’m a bit of a mama bear.
65. I love ghost hunting shows.
66. Yes, I believe in ghosts.
67. And I don’t believe any religion has the full knowledge of what will happen in the afterlife.
68. Love potatoes, doesn’t matter if they’re mashed, baked, fried, or stuffed.
69. I cannot hear the volume of my own voice due to inner ear damage. My biological mother dropped me on my head 3 times resulting in 3 concussions, hence the damage. My husband has to give me visual clues/cues that I’m getting too loud when I’m excited.
70. I also have trouble separating conversations in loud places (like restaurants, or cars when the radio is on).
71. Have I mentioned my dysfunctional family?
72. Also, see number 20.
73. I said yes to a guy to marry him after 3 days.
74. We were married 3 months later (no I was not pregnant).
75. We just had our 17th anniversary.
76. I know how to use knives. My favorite is a triple edged dagger.
77. I have a weakness for pajamas, the softer the better. My favorite part of the day.
78. I have a weakness for new blank journals.
79. Oh, and fountain pens!
80. I wear a toe ring.
81. I can type as fast as most people talk. (Not as fast as I talk. But as fast as normal people talk.)
82. I love candles. There is usually one burning all day long.
83. I’d rather be cold than hot.
84. I’m not sure if I believe aliens exist or not. But I do not believe it’s impossible.
85. After all that strangeness, my favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla.
86. I hate cake frosting, unless it’s cool whip. My grandma used to make me angel food cakes without the frosting for my birthday because of this.
87. For birthdays I usually make some extra unfrosted cupcakes on the side because of this. Mom likes liked ’em that way too.
88. I used to make jewelry. I don’t have the money for the findings, so I can’t right now.
89. I LOVE to read, and do so voraciously.
90. I have a standard pot-luck meal: Pasta Roni (chicken, butter, or Parmesan flavor). While pasta is cooking, add frozen corn. Grill chicken breast and cut into bite size chunks. Add to final pasta. Top with shredded cheddar. Good hot or cold. Might sound kind of weird, but it’s the only thing I’ve ever taken that every bit of it gets eaten by strangers.
91. When I make pasta – I make enough to feed an army. It’s seriously sad how out of whack my dried pasta to cooked pasta ratio is skewed.
92. I’ve learned to love next day/leftover pasta.
93. I have a strong emotional memory. In other words – if something happens that makes me feel something (good or bad) I’ll remember. Such as that conversation from 1992. I seriously caught my husband  in a 5 year old white lie. He was amazed. And doesn’t lie anymore.
94. I, however, cannot remember anything I ate last week.
95. I own my own business. I’m damn good at what I do.
96. I am a dog person, yet I have two three cats. They are distinct individuals, and we cater to their habits. We? Are also suckers.
97. I am a terrible, terrible photographer. (I am totally jealous of those who’s candid snapshots look like they belong in a gallery installation.)
98. I am an Aries. I don’t know what that means, exactly, but I’m told that’s spot on.
99. My first computer was an Apple IIc+. My current computer is a pink dell named Betsy. (Betsy died a very sad, tortured spilled soda death – I now have a desktop named Big Bertha.) I also have a pink cover on my iPhone. She’s Lucy. My kindle? Lola.
100. I just heard you roll your eyes.

It’s official.  I had my first tap dancing class last night.

It’s only a 5 week course.  I’d love to continue after that, but I have no idea if I’ll be able to afford it, we’ll see.

The teacher is the owner of the studio.  She’s also a choreographer, film/TV dancer, and teaches all of it – ballet, tap, jazz, modern.  Having been in the entertainment industry as both talent and then later on in the administrative side of things, I just had my fingers crossed.  She wasn’t a bitch!  Yay!  She was strict about certain things, but explained why.  The rest of the time she was very loose, and getting us to have fun while pushing us at the same time.

It is so familiar to me.  You know what they say about  bicycles and horses… But the view in the mirror is a whole lot different.

I’m glad I’m doing this, sore calves and toes and all.

I’ve been overwhelmed in every single aspect of my life.  It’s been such a struggle just to put one foot in front of the other.

But I’ve always loved this time of year.  Saying goodbye to the old year, saying hello to the new year.  And that’s what I plan on doing.

I’ll probably get more specific as time goes on, of course.  But there are changes afoot in nearly every aspect of my life, from the house on up to my spiritual walk.  I’m determined to see them as good, as necessary, and to to the work.  I’m tired of the frozen stagnation I’ve felt.  A phrase I’ve heard bandied about lately, “Be the change you seek.”  That’s what I’m working on.

May 2011 be the best yet.