I am usually one minute away from a nervous breakdown, due in part to genetics and exacerbated by raising 3 amazing kids. I am passionate about a long list of things, including some that I’d spend a night in the pokey over.
As I’ve aged (I’d like to think like wine which has mellowed me and made me more well-rounded, and hopefully not like cheese which would mean I’ve just gotten more stinky over time), I’ve begun to accept a few things about myself. Let’s see:
- I’m not very spontaneous. If I’m a passenger, I like to hold onto the map and check it frequently.
- I really don’t like noise, which is why I could never be an elementary teacher. Instead, I am a “retired” high school English teacher. I am, however, a terrible speller. Good thing I taught English, not spelling.
- I have three kids who are the light of my life – but it would be nice if they came with dimmer switches sometimes. When people say that women forget the pains of childbirth, they have never met someone like me. I have a freaky good memory and good hearing.
- I like to run even though I’m not genetically predisposed to being gazelle-like.
- I like red toe-nail polish but never paint my finger nails.
- I’m more of a cat person than a dog person, although I have one of each.
- Inside my head, I am a great painter – too bad my hands can’t translate what I see. I can knit, cross stitch, hang sheet rock, sew a bride’s maid’s dress, make a mean chocolate chip banana bread muffin and a whole bunch more old school things like that.
- My greatest skill in life is being a fast reader. Drives my husband nuts.
- I can’t figure out a percentage to save my little soul. That means during those standardized tests, I wasted lots of time in that section.
- I am really rather random, but it all makes sense in my little mind…just wait a bit and the dots will connect.
Curious? Let’s have a cup of coffee and I’ll spin you a tale.