Today’s post is a break from infertility talk and has absolutely nothing to do with baby making. Since there’s more to my life than just my struggle with infertility (and it’s a slow day at work), I thought I’d take a moment to let you get to know me a little bit more. Here’s some randomness about yours truly:
- I have an eerily good sense of direction. If I’ve been there just one time, chances are high that I can find my way back again, sans map. This fact about me Jake does not like because he is textbook male directionally challenged. Pre-GPS days, this made for some very interesting road trips.
- Feet totally skeeze me out. And by feet, I mean all feet. I do not discriminate. Baby feet, kids’ feet, women’s feet, men’s feet—all are equally gross. But especially man feet: I absolutely cannot stomach the sight of a big, ugly, hairy, crusty, scuzzy man foot nakedly oozing and sloshing out the side of a pair of sandals. See what I mean? Eww-ness.
- I am a total and complete grammar snob. Some people think it’s snotty if I notice (not necessarily point out, just notice) their grammar mistakes. Other times, though, my snobbery is to my advantage. I’ve spent the last eight years working in law firms and I am the go-to gal for proofreading. I’ve edited some mean briefs in my day, and am haughtily proud of my skills.
- I get déjà Vu, like, a lot. Oh—did I already tell you that? Seriously, the frequency of how often I have déjà vu seems way higher than average. I don’t know why I’m like this, but it’s happened to me regularly (as in a few times a week) for as far back as I can remember. Jake is constantly having to reassure me that we haven’t already had a conversation/gone to a place/met a person etc. Unfortunately for me, my déjà vu is limited to really mundane, everyday life-type things and I never get déjà vu about any major life events or anything cool like that.
- I have an adopted sibling. The first time I met my oldest brother I was 31, he 41. My mother gave him up for adoption after becoming pregnant unwed and fresh out of high school. My brother spent years looking for his birth mother and any siblings before he finally found us. And while he was disappointed to learn that our mother had long since passed away, he was elated to find my other siblings and I. There is something uniquely indescribable and Lifetime Movie-esque about meeting and getting acquainted with a long-lost sibling as adults. I realize how often many people’s bio fam searches end in dead ends, so I am truly thankful to have this opportunity to get to know my brother and nephews.
- I am a cat person hiding under the cloak of being a dog person. They say that cat people and dog people have completely different personality traits, and I would have to agree. A livescience.com article reads : “People who said they were dog lovers in the study tended to be more lively — meaning they were more energetic and outgoing — and also tended to follow rules closely. Cat lovers, on the other hand, were more introverted, more open-minded and more sensitive than dog lovers. Cat people also tended to be non-conformists, preferring to be expedient rather than follow the rules.” I have both pets cats and a pet dog and I love them all equally, but if I absolutely had to choose between them, my instinct is to pick my cat. Since “cat people” get bad reps and I don’t want to be known as the crazy cat lady, in public I pretend to be more gaga over my dog. People seem to relate to me better if I regale them with stories of Puppy and not Grumpy Cat. Inside, though, my secret non-conformist, introverted self is thinking, “me-freakin-ow, baby!”
- I went to an alternative school. Traditional high school didn’t agree with my rebellious teenage self and I was on a bad road to nowhere. Enter alternative school, a/k/a “bad kids school” (but not really). I spent my last three years of high school attending a super tiny, very open, liberal, do-as-you-please school located in an old-fashioned schoolhouse with the same three teachers each year. The key word is attending: if I wasn’t for this school, I never would have made it to graduation. I’ve come a very long way since then and I owe so much of it to my alternative school experience. People often raise an eyebrow when I tell them I went to an alt school, but I’m not ashamed of it one bit. I’m proud of where I come from and how far I’ve come, and this school was the start of getting me on the right track.
- I’m a PK. Never heard of a PK, you say? It stands for Preacher’s Kid. Yep, my dad is The ‘Rev. Life is interesting (and as a teenager, sometimes embarrassing) when your dad is the local Baptist minister. Only other PK’s can understand PK kid problems, because the struggle was real. As an adult, I can look back and be grateful for the experience, but trust me when I say that life is totally different when, by virtue of your father’s job, your family’s life on constant public display.
- I geek out on I.T. stuff. You know your company’s resident I.T. Guy? The one whose first response to a technology crisis is “Did you reboot?” The one who no one talks to cause, well, he’s kind of a nerd? Well, I totally dig talking to the I.T. guy! Computers fascinate me and I love nothing more than tinkering around with software and figuring out how exactly it works. Back when MySpace was cool, I used to spend copious amounts of time rewriting the html text on my backgrounds to make them do different things. I randomly teach myself the “guts” of software we use at work so I can understand how it works. If my current career ever starts to fall flat, I think I might just have a future as the I.T. Gal. On the other hand, I hope you guys don’t stop reading now that you know I’m a closet nerd!
- I can’t sleep without my stuffed bear. Now I am glad that this blog is anonymous, because there’s not many people in real life that I would admit this to! About fifteen years ago Jake gave me a giant stuffed animal bear as a gift. Since then, that bear has survived seven home moves, had its nose chewed off by Puppy, and endured multiple runs through the washing machine. Oh yeah, and I simply cannot (and literally cannot) sleep without him. When we go camping with family or visit Jake’s family, I tell them that the bear is Puppy’s snuggle buddy, which couldn’t be further from the truth. Yep, I am in my mid-30s and still sleep with a stuffed animal. There’s nothing sexier than that.
It’s too bad that no one uses “Top 11” lists, but if they did, my #11 would have to be my love of lists. I really love making lists. I even love making lists of lists. But this list has to end some time, so I’ll just sneak this #11 in real quick and we’ll be done.
And now you guys know some of my junk AND you got a reprieve from fertility talk, all in one post. And to that I say, you’re welcome.