When Kristi over at And Babies Don’t Keep tagged me in her “6 things about me” post last week, I was like “Ooh! A chance to talk about myself! And share all my deep dark secrets!” And then I realized that I don’t have any deep dark secrets or anything exciting to share, really– at least not about myself (I’m assuming juicy gossip doesn’t count?). But I’ve made a valiant effort.
So, on this lovely Friday morning, I bring you M.E. (and a ton of random instagram pics). Prepare to be thrilled…
Is this how you imagined your life would be?
Ha ha ha– no. I thought I would be waaay more famous by now. Also, the only people who can answer “yes” to this question are cowboys, ballerinas, and marine biologists– the rest of us are just disappointed that we never reached our childhood goals. Next question.
What’s your drink of choice when out with girlfriends?
Like an old lady’s arthritis or your dog’s manic behavior, my choice in this area is largely influenced by the weather. Here’s the breakdown:
Name something you’ve learned about yourself that has surprised you.
Apparently, I really stink at learning a second language. In college, I was so sure I would be good at it. I had fantasies of befriending the Mexican custodian in our dorm and chatting him up. Everyone would watch and be like “Wow! You are fluent in Spanish. How many years have you been taking it?” And I would smile in feigned modesty and say “This is actually just my first semester.” Minds would be blown.
Instead I stunk at it. In a really horrible way. My accent was atrocious and my vocabulary slim. On Monday mornings, the professor would ask what we had done over the weekend and I always said “me voy a la playa.” I go to the beach. Every. Single. Time. Because it was the only thing I felt comfortable pronouncing. She would raise an eyebrow, look mildly annoyed, and move on to the guy sitting next to me– who whipped out some Spanish diatribe of pentecostal proportions.
Whatever. He was probably just jealous of my imaginary beach getaways.
I also sing to my students– over the PA system at school, to get them to bring their library books back. Seriously. Nothing induces 2nd-grade guilt like a desperate librarian belting out “Your books are due back– Tomorrow….” (Annie’s got nothing on me) over the loud speakers at 8 AM.
What do you love about yourself?
Is it possible to answer this without sounding vain?
My hair. I love my hair.
If money were no question, I’d purchase…
Patty Griffin. And she would live in my house. And she would sing to me about my life. All. Day. Long.
If that didn’t work out, I’d buy an airplane and a pilot who could fly me, Sim, and Greg all over the country whenever we wanted. I wouldn’t have to say “wish we lived closer” ever again.
So there you have it! Now that I’m sure you’re just dying to befriend me (since I’m interesting and think far too much of my hair), I’m going to pass the love along. I’m supposed to choose bloggers to join in the fun, so how about Sarah Rogers, Kristen Slone, and Jill Bell, and Kelli McIntosh?
Pick 6 to answer for yourself:
1. Is this how you imagined your life would be?
2. Name one good deed you did that went unseen.
3. What’s your drink of choice when out with girlfriends?
4. How did your blog come about?
5. Name something you’ve learned about yourself that has surprised you.
6. What hobbies do you have that you don’t mention on your blog?
7. What do you love about yourself?
8. If money were no question, I’d purchase…
9. What’s your biggest struggle in life?