I have thought about posting something like this for a while now…..but have always chickened out. But I’ve enjoyed reading these sorts of posts from others, so here goes nothing =) Here’s 22 things that I am assuming you don’t know about me. If you are a close friend, or someone who has been following this blog for awhile, you will already know most of these…….but if you aren’t or haven’t……well, then, you have no idea……:D
So here goes nothing!
1. I absolutely HATE spiders. I don’t just hate them — I am absolutely TERRIFIED of them, and loathe them with a passion. Practically anything that has more than four legs will cause me to utterly embarrass myself, because I will…..for lack of a better word, squeal…..very loudly and high pitched. Normally for one of the boys. As a matter of fact, one of my brothers can distinguish a “spider” scream from my other ones, and always comes prepared. Thank goodness for brothers who will kill those squishy, squiggly, nasty critters!
2. This one surprises a lot of people who have experienced my reaction to spiders, roaches, beetles, and other six or eight legged creatures, but I am not afraid of snakes or mice. I have actually chased a little green garden snake trying to catch it –I had no idea how fast those things were.
3. I don’t like my food to touch. Contrary to popular opinion, I do NOT use a divided plate, as some people like to tease me about (=P), and there are certain combinations that I do pile up on top of each other. Basically, if it’s something that’s going to make everything else soggy and nasty, it’s going in a separate bowl. Like apple sauce. Or coleslaw. Or a salad with dressing. If it’s something like gravy, it’s going on top of the biscuit. Along with eggs and cheese and sausage. Cheese sauce is going on top of the chips. And I really surprised my grandparents when I piled up corned beef, cooked carrots, potatoes, and sauerkraut once.
4. As much as I love to write, and as many notebooks and journals I have filled, and as many blog posts I have written, I absolutely can’t stand grammar. Not. at. all. I don’t really understand the workings behind it. My younger siblings all know if they need math help, they can come to me. But with grammar, I’m sending them to the one sister I have who actually enjoyed learning all those changing rules =)
5. I would love to live out on several acres one of these days, with enough room for a milk cow or two, meat cattle, chickens for eggs and meat, turkeys, sheep, pigs, bees for honey, large gardens, apple and peach and fig trees, plenty of flowers, berry vines, a wide porch that wraps around the entire house, and several children running around and playing. A little haven in the midst of an uncertain world, as I imagine it in my dreams.
6. I’m highly competitive. I enjoy challenges, and I enjoy trying to beat everybody else at a game. If I don’t win the first time, I always want to try again, no matter how terrible I was at whatever it was that I was doing =)
7. I’m a bit of a germ-a-phobe. And it gets worse the older I get. I don’t drink after siblings, I don’t eat after them, and I most definitely don’t want anyone serving food with fingers (think of cheese or lettuce :D). In a family who passes drinks around like candy, I’m not quite sure how I ended up this way — probably because I’m so practical. Or from excessive reading…..
8. And speaking of reading, when we go to a museum, I am generally left behind. Simply because I have this tendency to actually read the signs around the exhibit, instead of just looking at the exhibit itself :-)
9. One of my favourite things to do with friends is to gather around with instruments and play. And sing. I’m working at doing both together — it’s admittedly easier to sing while playing piano, and virtually impossible to sing with a violin tucked under my chin :D I have two things I look forward to every year. The fall party at our home, where we gather and sing with instruments, and the caroling party Momma lets my sisters and I organize and host each year, where we gather together and go sing around the neighborhood.
10. I am extremely introverted. The Myers-Briggs personality test was something I took for fun — and the results matched so perfectly, I was surprised. It claimed that I was 90% introverted. But see number 6 about being competitive. I looked at the results and challenged myself to die to my wants and desires to glorify Christ. Does it get easier? Well…..somewhat. I’d still rather be in a corner by myself, but It is easier to deny that and go talk to that person who seems to be a bit lonesome.
11. I am always taking pictures — mainly because if I am behind the camera, I’m not in front of it. This has led to everybody around me seeing how many pictures they can take of me when I least suspect it….which probably has something to do with disliking any pictures of myself. Some of the angles they go to to get the pictures……NOT flattering, in the least :D
12. My least favourite subject in school was creative writing. I could stare at an empty page for hours, waiting for it to write itself. My least favourite writing prompt was one everyone else had no trouble writing: “What would a snowman do in July?” I had three words, while everyone else had hundreds. “It would melt.” That’s all I could think of — and it took hours to get a proper story out of it.
13. I enjoy riding on the four wheeler. I absolutely love it. Not through the mud, but I enjoy racing around the yard.
14. I have this unfounded fear of bedbugs. And lice. When I travel, I pretty much always bring a pillow with me, and at least one blanket. The covers are stripped of the bed, just to make sure. And yes, all my siblings (and parents) will laugh at this, even though they expect it.
15. When we go on a hike, I am generally the last one in the line. Mainly because I’m taking pictures. See #11 =P
16. Speaking of pictures, I took over 4500 in a 12 day trip to Michigan last year. And about three of those days we were traveling in the car…..so, yeah, I enjoy taking pictures.
17. We recently began attending a different church, and apparently those poor people had been praying for a pianist. They got me (that’s why they’re so poor!). I had actually never played for a congregation before playing for them a couple Sundays ago (shh! don’t tell ;D), and I wasn’t scared until I played the first note, and they all joined in. I had one of those moments of WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?! The most I had played for anyone was the couple of times I had filled in for the children’s choir that I had organized at our old church, where we would practice for several weeks, and I knew how they would sing, and they knew how I would play, and we could talk everything out ’til we got it just right.
18. I love doing laundry in the summer, because it involves hanging the clothes on the line. Absolutely nothing smells better than freshly washed sheets that have been line dried. Fresh and crisp, warm from the sun, smelling faintly like laundry detergent and summer breezes and the suns rays…oh, the bliss!
19. I like my dishwater impeccably clean. I rinse every. single. dish. before it goes into the water. There’s no way dishes can get clean when there are food bits floating around in there =) (See #6 about being a germ-a-phobe =P)
20. I am a staunch confederate. While I don’t agree with all the positions the southern states took on certain issues, and I can admit there were problems, I still think they were amazingly brave to stand loyal to what they believed was right, and to defend their states rights with their very lives.
21. I have this dream that I will one day own a grand piano. Or a baby grand — they are SO much fun to play! I just have to figure out a way to convince my parents that we have room in the house for one….=)
22. I don’t like crock pots. I am just a little wary of them, after the whole “I-tried-to-amputate-my-finger-with-a-crock-pot” incident a year and a half ago. For those who don’t know, I was washing dishes with Dad on Christmas Eve in 2016 and the ceramic liner shattered in my hands. Momma and the gang went on with the plans to go to my grandparents home, and Dad, a sister, and myself went to the ER, where they stitched me all up. I’ll tell ya, it wasn’t comforting at all to have the triage nurse come out, take one look at my finger, and hustle me back there after she had told us there were two finger injuries and only one room. Come March, when I was still having issues with that finger, I really thought I’d never be able to play the piano or violin again. But the Lord was gracious, and it’s right as rain now. And here’s another fun fact — even with all these siblings of mine, including five brothers, I was only the second person to have stitches and the first was a younger sister about 13 years ago =)
And there ya have it :D