Tagged – Ten Random Facts About Me!
Ok, so Tam over at Did I Ask for Fries? tagged me a while back (when I was in South Africa) and I haven’t done a meme thingy for ages so…
Why not? Just a proviso: I’d love it if you did this too, but I ain’t gonna tag you – if you want to play, let me know, and goooo for it!
I don’t think I can compete with item six on her list:
6. When I was born I nearly died of haemolytic disease of the newborn and had to have an exchange blood transfusion to replace all my red blood cells at birth. Given that I’m the oldest child, this means my mum unknowingly had a miscarriage before I was born. Nowadays this is prevented by giving prophylactic anti-D injections to pregnant mums with O- blood group. Modern medicine can be great!
But I shall try. Funnily enough, I am O minus, and this issue was one that the good people of the UK Blood Services once sent me a video about. Since I know I’ve had a miscarriage, if I ever find myself pregnant again, this will be Something to Tell My Doctor.
Ok, the random stuff. Probably been repeated otherwhere on this blog, but alors…
- My thumbs & big toes are strangely shaped. Very strangely shaped. But they’ve never worried me. My perfectly normal nose, on the other hand, was the subject of teenaged fantasies about nose jobs. Go figure.
- I’m enjoying my thirties more than any other decade of my life so far, despite the fact that by society’s standards it probably looks like I have made backwards progress.
- I really, really like lists. Bulleted lists. Numbered lists. To-do lists. Shopping lists. All are welcome in my obsessive little world.
- When I was a toddler, my dad ran over me by mistake. Apparently I had a predilection for crawling into the driveway and lurking unseen in the path of reversing cars. All I have to show for it is a vague memory of being very frightened, with my mom crying over me in the bath, and a tiny cicatrice on the back of my right thigh. Miracle? I’d have to say yes.
- I have the World’s Biggest Calves. And they’ve gotten bigger. All the walking perhaps? I simply cannot find boots that simultaneously fit my fairly small feet and narrow ankles, and my calves. Even the boots I already own are now constricting in a most unpleasant manner.
- A large part of the reason I love living in Melbourne is that I don’t have to drive. I am a nervous driver, and some years ago had a Very Bad Accident in which my great granny, my granny, my mom and I nearly met our ends. I am no longer willing to do long distance road trips in which I drive. And I’m ok with that. I feel no need to face up to this particular fear. Some people are afraid of flying, I’m afraid of driving. I am actually a rather nervous passenger too, unless I trust the person driving. I tend to brake for them and so on. It is, I am sure, very annoying. But trams and trains? Not a problem.
- I used to talk in my sleep, and sometimes walk, and once, I attacked my poor husband (when he was still my husband) during the night because I was dreaming that I was being assaulted. If I recall correctly, he ended up with a bruised eye. I felt so bad about that. And oddly enough, I still fidget, I think, but I’m pretty sure I no longer talk or walk or attack people. Of course, I can’t be one hundred percent sure, since I don’t really have anyone to give me feedback on that.
- I have never, ever, kept a diary or journal for longer than a few days at a time. This blog is the closest I’ve come, and I keep doing it because the stats thingy tells me several hundred people visit every day. Hi you guys. Thanks for keeping my clearly exhibitionist self writing. I don’t always manage to READ all the great blogs out there, but at least I write.
- I don’t think this is little-known about me, but it’s certainly random: I’m a hedonist. And proud of it. Pleasure and comfort are, along with a desire to feel I’m making a difference in the world, the things that motivate me most strongly. I really can’t live in an environment that I consider ugly or not clean enough, and I would rather not eat than eat something, like KFC or McDonald’s, that I consider to be Not Food.
- Lip balms are my crack. I currently have about seven. I know that’s too many, but I can’t help myself. Their shiny, scented, flavoured goodness is just impossible for me to resist. People who know me well know that this is a perfect go-to gift for me, and it will always be well-received. I most adore the ones that don’t have all that weird petrolatum nonsense in them. Those are in the category of not-real; basically the McDonald’s of the lipbalm world.
Who wants to play? I know the Green Ink Girl (whose blog I only discovered recently and rather love) has been tagged already, and Mary (who’s been blogging longer than me I think) and I’d love to know what’s in their proverbial closets. The rest of you? If you don’t have a blog, you could leave a list on the comments, maybe? Or email me…
It would be awesome if we could gather up a whole bunch of interestingness. And republish the best of, maybe?
Heehee! Can’t say I’ve ever noticed your strangely shaped thumbs or big toes. And I doubt your large calfs can hold a candle to mine! I also sleep-talk, and apparently snore. Though like you, there’s no one around to tell me about it these days
And no, I *never* would’ve guessed you were a hedonist. Or would I? Yes, perhaps I would… LOL.
I’ve done a few of these kinds of things in the past. I’m sure there’s plenty more ‘facts’ I could share if I felt so inclined but for now I present to you the following posts:
Trippin’ the light quirk-tastic
Procrastination to the power of 25
Cheatin’ on a meme
I love these lists (I’m an obsessed list-lover, too!) – they are such a fun way to learn interesting and intimate facts about people. I hear you on #1 – I have odd thumbs. They are super bendy and when I try to do a “thumbs-up”, they look like I’m trying to hitchhike (bend waaaay backward). I actually have to concentrate and deliberately make them point upright. LoL.
All my weird bendiness (not just my thumbs, extends to the rest of my body, too) sure comes in handy in yoga, though!
I’m game! Later today…
i think i need to see a picture of these montrous calves to deem if this is accurate!
Haha Emma! You cam trust me on this one. Ankle boots it is. Yup.
Those thumbs sound like something out of Even Cowgirls Get the Blues…
Anna, am popping over to read your list, woot.
I’ll do it soon, I promise!
Ok, I’ll play. Not sure how interested your readers will be, but here goes:
1) I have weird bent squishy shaped toes, caused I think by ill fitting shoes as a child. Seems to be popular, so maybe not so random.
2) Whilst riding a bike when I was a child, I rode into the path of a car, which broke heavily and knocked me off my bike, leaving me with no physical injuries. The poor lady driver was quite distraught; I am not sure which of us was the most surprised!
3) I like leather shoes; no, not in “that” way. I genuinely like the smell, and the sound of leather scrunchiness and the crisp snap of stainless steel taps as I walk in shiny leather shoes. I recall walking in a fine pair of semi brogue chilli brown oxfords, when a young gentleman felt the need to comment thusly, “Hey, nice shoes buddy! Do you have a big willy?” Considering the young gentleman’s inebriated state and companions, I resisted the urge to proffer that his mother had no reason for complaint the previous night.
4) I don’t drink alcohol. Not easy working in an advertising agency! Last year’s Xmas party bus tour of wine country didn’t bring me as much merriment as some others. However, at least I remember what happened, and I took photos to document some of the more unbelievable incidents.
5) I rode a solo bicycle journey from Melbourne to Adelaide along the Great Ocean Rd. Breathtaking views, as were some of the foggy hill rides; breathtaking, that is.
6) I enjoy chatting. Give me one coffee and I will chat even more. Give me two coffees and I will cannot stop chatting, as much as I may want to.
7) I no longer feel as passionate about creating and listening to music as I once did; most often, I prefer the sound of silence than listening to music. Maybe I’m just getting old!
8) Answer: I had 6 stitches to close a cut on my eyebrow, without anesthetic. Question: what happens when you run around a wet pool side as a child holidaying in Singapore and you fall over and smack your head on the concrete.
9) I love pot plants in their multi variegated greenness and pointy round leafed softness. Lovely.
10) I don’t like feeling like I am not in control. Partly related to number 4 above. Does that me a control freak?
I love this! Good idea.
-love list. Particularly love making list in notebooks and happening upon them months later.
-clumsy. I fall off the sidewalk on a regular bias.
-I eat the strangest things. sprouts, tomatoes , a hard boiled and cheese (mixed together)are my comfort foot.
-It is hard to sit through a movie more than an hour and a half.
-I have to put things in the same place or I won’t have any idea.
-I try my door handle everyday. I can’t remember if I locked it otherwise(a bit neurotic, yes)
-love pretty things.
-I see people I think I know only to find out (after I’ve started talking with them) I don’t know them.
-to remember people’s name I have to verbally associate them with another person. Oh, your like so and so from 1995.
-Love going to the public library on sat morning. Seeing all the book nerds(and kids in tow) makes me smile like a manic.
Done! I racked my brain for the most random things I could think of
Ok so how did I only just get to reading this now? Damn you googlereader!!! Yay for lists! And a bigger yay for enjoying life!!!!!
You have done it again! Amazing read!