Blog tag

Kristi 'tagged' me in a blog game of sorts to list five things that people generally don't know about me. I'm not a hugely secretive person, so some of you might already know some of these, but I'll try to go obscure for entertainment's sake. ;)

1) My right pinky finger is permanently bent forward about 30 degrees at the second knuckle. This is because when I was very young (a year maybe?), I had a tumor in the palm of my hand, and apparently the best way to get this out was the enter my hand through my pinky finger, grab it and pull it out. While pulling it out, however, the surgeon's "oops!'d" and snipped a flexor tendon in my pinky. I can close the finger fine, but I can't extend it out to straight. If that doesn't make sense, bring it up the next time you see me and I'll show you what I'm talkin' 'bout. I think it's funny how many people I know for years before they notice this about me. :-)

2) I am have a horrible phobia of needles particularly, and strange medical situations generally. If I know I need to get an injection/blood drawn/anything that will involve a needle in my vein, I will not sleep well and will have disturbing dreams about it for at least a week beforehand, will feel physically ill the day off and during the procedure, and will probably either faint or sob uncontrollably during the actual experience. I have absolutely no rational control over this, and find it extremely embarassing and a huge inconvenience. Even writing about it is making my right arm tingle right in the spot where they draw blood, so I'm going to stop now.

3) I was married for 6 years to my high school boyfriend. It was fun while it lasted, but we got married way too young, and it turns out that people can change - A LOT - between the ages of 18 & 24. We both wound up wanting completely different things out of life, so it wasn't going to work out in the end. Unfortunately, the split was not as amicable as I would have liked, and I regret that it couldn't have been a smoother process.

4) I have an ambition to write a novel one day. I have a mental list of "things to do before I die" and this is near the top. Every now & then when I'm riding the bus or the train and just kind of gazing out at the world going by, I use that time to ponder what I know well enough to write convincingly about, who the characters might be, what they might do, what I would like the work to 'say' to any potential future readers, etc. It is my favorite way to daydream, thinking about my novel. I haven't written a word of it yet, but I'm certain that I will do this in my lifetime. I have no idea if it will be good, or have any chance of being published, but I know I'll at least complete it.

5) I have a fear of phones ringing at unexpected times during the day or night. I'm an optimistic person, but my family has had so many medical issues/accidents throughout my life that if I get a phone call that I'm not expecting, my first thought is "what's wrong?". I tense up and start going through a mental list of who could be hurt/sick/in the hospital/dead. I guess that's kind of bummer to end this list on, so I'll add #6.

6) I dig bad new country music. Shania Twain, Kenny Chesney, Brooks & Dunn, Tim McGraw, etc. Trask hates going on long road trips through southern Oregon with me, because invariably the only radio frequencies with reception down there are the local country stations, and he gets to sit and marvel at how, although he never hears me listening to this music at any other time, I seem to know all the words to every song. I can't explain it. I might switch to a country station by myself in my car once every three months or so, but that seems to be enough to engrain all the bad lyrics into my head. It's a curse, really.

The only blogging people I can think of, who haven't already been tagged, are: Colin, Audrey, & Dave. And at least two of those people probably are not reading this, but what the hey. Tag!