The Good Eatah (whose boyfriend is currently deployed to Iraq and she has the
cutest picture of them up for Valentine's Day) has tagged me out of my blogging silence.
I am supposed to tag 7 other people, but I don't think I am even allowed to do that considering I am so inactive online lately...so I will just share 7 random or weird things about myself.
1. Hmmm…well, some people might know this, but I am actually a British citizen, not American.
2. I was voted “most unique” in high school…everyone knows that is just a nice way to say “strange”. I guess dying my hair green on occasion, and wearing purple or green tights among other things, might have had something to do with it. The guy who was voted most unique along side me has since had a sex change and has a different name. I, on the other hand, have just not lived up to that expectation, I might as well be Little Susie Homemaker in comparison.
3. I was a science and math major in high school (I was in the French system, where you have to choose a “major” in 11th grade). I wasn’t particularly good at those subjects, but decided it would be good for me to try to get better at those. In college I flipped the switch and I majored in history and minored in English.
4. I love Asia: I have been to Vietnam, Thailand, Singapore, Malaysia, and China (and Hong Kong). I don’t love Asia in a “I have Asian art and tattoos everywhere and quote Asian philosophy” way…but more “I just love the food, the people and the amazing landscape…plus traveling in those countries is cheap” way.
5. I’m a pretty decent baker. I always wanted to be a baker (while pursuing my science major in high school and my subsequent masters in history), but ended up working for my father and love it…but sometimes I daydream about the little bakery I was going to have.
6. I never thought I would marry a soldier (does any women ever think they will fall in love with someone in the military?) It was just never something I was exposed to while growing up, so I guess it never occurred to me that it was a possibility.
7. I didn't get my ears pierced until I was 25 years old. My father had pretty much discouraged me in my childhood, and when I was old enough to decide for myself, I didn't really find it interesting anymore. But then my grandmother gave me earrings for my 25th birthday. And I told her it was a nice gesture, but I didn't have pierced ears. She replied: "I know, but I thought it might be time you did." I considered it, and thought it was a good idea, and finally got it done. And I just love me some dangly earrings now!