{"id":121,"date":"2005-06-11T00:56:00","date_gmt":"2005-06-11T00:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=121"},"modified":"2005-06-11T00:56:00","modified_gmt":"2005-06-11T00:56:00","slug":"101-things-about-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2005\/06\/11\/101-things-about-me\/","title":{"rendered":"101 things about me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have been neglecting one of my bloggy duties. It&#8217;s been almost six months since blog was born, and I haven&#8217;t yet posted my &#8220;101 things about me.&#8221; Before I am in violation of the blogosphere TOS, here we go:<\/p>\n<p>1. I believe in positive thinking, and have been called a PollyAnna on more than one occasion.<\/p>\n<p>2. I am the oldest of two siblings.<\/p>\n<p>3. I have only one first cousin, and have never met any of my second (or third, etc.) cousins.<\/p>\n<p>4. I am fascinated by large families.<\/p>\n<p>5. I am the only girl grandchild. (You can see where I get my diva complex).<\/p>\n<p>6. I played the flute in my high school band.<\/p>\n<p>7. I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t very good.<\/p>\n<p>8. I rarely practiced.<\/p>\n<p>9. My father was a professional drummer when I was growing up.<\/p>\n<p>10. I have absolutely no sense of rhythm.<\/p>\n<p>11. Nor could I carry a tune even if I had a wheelbarrow to put it in.<\/p>\n<p>12. I have dimples and love to be complimented on them.<\/p>\n<p>13. I have two boys whom I adore beyond words.<\/p>\n<p>14. I have been to five European countries and six American states, but only three Canadian provinces.<\/p>\n<p>15. I think this is shameful.<\/p>\n<p>16. I had my first ever club sandwich in February of this year. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know why I waited so long. It was tasty!<\/p>\n<p>17. I believe in karma inasmuch as what comes around goes around.<\/p>\n<p>18. I am a recovering Catholic.<\/p>\n<p>19. I envy people who have absolute (and quiet) faith in God.<\/p>\n<p>20. My own lack of faith makes me a little sad.<\/p>\n<p>21. I have no tolerance for zealots.<\/p>\n<p>22. I believe in a higher power, but not to the exclusion of science.<\/p>\n<p>23. I do not believe that Jesus Christ was the son of God.<\/p>\n<p>24. My current \u00e2\u20ac\u0153religion\u00e2\u20ac\u009d is a crunchy mix of two significant childhood influences: Jesus Christ Superstar and Star Wars.<\/p>\n<p>25. I am mildly concerned that two references to Jesus Christ in the same post will bring some interesting Google traffic. Whoops, make that three references.<\/p>\n<p>26. I have more than my share of hang-ups about sex.<\/p>\n<p>27. My husband is an extremely patient man.<\/p>\n<p>28. I love guacamole, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s one of the few things I cook that people actually request.<\/p>\n<p>29. I am afraid of the dark.<\/p>\n<p>30. I went to four different elementary schools because my parents moved a lot. Since I was always the new kid, I learned to be extroverted enough to cover my shyness. Which may or may not have had anything to do with the fact that\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6<\/p>\n<p>31. \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6. I was the kid everybody picked on in grade school. I was picked last for every team, had only one or two friends, and was beat up regularly in the sixth grade. I have nothing nice to say about the people I went to elementary school with, with the exception of two brothers whom I love to this day.<\/p>\n<p>32. I am an attention whore.<\/p>\n<p>33. I read the newspaper religiously and love to read items of interest out loud to whomever is within range.<\/p>\n<p>34. I quit university to work full-time as a cashier at Zellers.<\/p>\n<p>35. I went back four years later to a different university, studied part time while working full time and graduated <em>magna cum laude<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>36. I am ridiculously proud of this.<\/p>\n<p>37. I have never coloured my hair.<\/p>\n<p>38. I have been married twice. The first guy was a true loser, but it took me years to get enough self-esteem to figure it out. The summer before we divorced, he gave his best friend this marital advice: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Keep putting her down until she stops fighting back.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Nice, eh?<\/p>\n<p>39. For the most part, I get along with guys much better than girls. Only since I have become a mother has this balance started to swing the other way.<\/p>\n<p>40. I am a reality TV junkie, but I am particular. I turn my nose up at The Bachelor and The Swan, but have never missed an episode of Survivor or the Amazing Race.<\/p>\n<p>41. I have a crush on Evan Farmer, the host of While You Were Out.<\/p>\n<p>42. The only thing I ever wanted out of life was to be a mom. The rest is just a means to an end.<\/p>\n<p>43. I am very, very happy with my life and try to remember every day how lucky I am.<\/p>\n<p>44. I collect autographed Canadian literature. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a small collection, but I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m proud of it. I have Margaret Atwood, Mordechai Richler, Douglas Coupland and a few others. I would most like an autographed Alice Munro, and would also like to have Roch Carrier sign Tristan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s copy of <em>The Hockey Sweater<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>45. I also have a near-complete collection of 1971 Topps baseball cards. I need only 6 cards of 525 to complete the series.<\/p>\n<p>46. I have a strong fear of wide open spaces, especially at night.<\/p>\n<p>47. This is probably why it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a good thing I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never been to the prairies.<\/p>\n<p>48. The same fear makes my stomach tighten when I look at large satellite dishes. (The little ones for TV are okay, though.)<\/p>\n<p>49. Combined with my fear of the dark, my fear of wide open spaces makes astronomy an odd lifelong passion of mine.<\/p>\n<p>50. Most of my time devoted to astronomy has been spent theoretically with books, rather than practically looking at the stars.<\/p>\n<p>51. I loved the sunroof of my 1998 Sunfire because I could look at the night sky while wearing a seatbelt, the only time I could truly relax while star gazing.<\/p>\n<p>52. I get peeved when people confuse astronomy with astrology.<\/p>\n<p>53. I am a Leo.<\/p>\n<p>54. I have miscarried two babies, one at 13 weeks and the twin of my eldest son at nine weeks.<\/p>\n<p>55. It took two years of trying, two unsuccessful intrauterine inseminations and one <em>in vitro<\/em> fertilization before Tristan was finally conceived.<\/p>\n<p>56. Simon was a surprise.<\/p>\n<p>57. I have a fear of deep water. When I see the very dark indigo areas on globes that indicate places like the Mariana Trench, my knees get wobbly.<\/p>\n<p>58. I am fairly successful as a professional, but have a hard time seeing myself that way.<\/p>\n<p>59. I have worked with the same government department for 15 years, and can retire with a full pension in 19 years on my 55th birthday.<\/p>\n<p>60. A lot of the best things in my life seemed to happen serendipitously. After I do a lot of hard work.<\/p>\n<p>61. My husband is the best man I have ever known.<\/p>\n<p>62. I am addicted to sunshine, although I have learned over the years to wear sunscreen if not a hat.<\/p>\n<p>63. I have inherited clear skin, great legs and bad teeth from my mother.<\/p>\n<p>64. I have also inherited a lioness\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s protectiveness of my loved ones from my mother.<\/p>\n<p>65. I am a strong woman because of my mother.<\/p>\n<p>66. I have inherited my father\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sense of humour.<\/p>\n<p>67. I have also inherited my father\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s need to be loved by everyone.<\/p>\n<p>68. My childhood memories, outside of school, ooze bliss.<\/p>\n<p>69. I hope I can give my kids as wonderful a childhood as my parents gave me.<\/p>\n<p>70. I cannot conceptualize my boys as grown ups or even teenagers.<\/p>\n<p>71. I have funny food issues and have been caught and teased mercilessly for picking shepherd\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pie into separate piles of potato, meat and corn before eating the components separately.<\/p>\n<p>72. My brother is worse.<\/p>\n<p>73. My favourite comfort food is canned Heinz spaghetti over French fries.<\/p>\n<p>74. My husband is disgusted by this and refuses to eat it.<\/p>\n<p>75. I met my husband in a bar and followed him home to his apartment when he invited me to see his drawings.<\/p>\n<p>76. We didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sleep together on our first date.<\/p>\n<p>77. I can clap with one hand.<\/p>\n<p>78. I am vain about my hair and spend ridiculous amounts of money on haircuts.<\/p>\n<p>79. I have been growing my bangs out for more than a year and they are still only to my chin.<\/p>\n<p>80. This is the first time I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been without bangs since I was 12. (Told you I was obsessed with my hair.)<\/p>\n<p>81. I get migraine headaches that tend to last for four days, but they are not nearly as severe as they were before I had kids.<\/p>\n<p>82. I tend not to drink because a four-day hangover is rarely worth it.<\/p>\n<p>83. Coming up with 101 things about me is a stretch even for a narcissistic attention-whore.<\/p>\n<p>84. I am addicted to Coca Cola Classic and hate Diet Coke with a passion.<\/p>\n<p>85. I hate Pepsi even more. Diet Pepsi does not even merit mention.<\/p>\n<p>86. I love baseball, even though I am terrible at it.<\/p>\n<p>87. I spent a lot of time teaching myself the history of baseball many years ago and used to have a fairly encyclopedic if not useless stash of anecdotal baseball trivia taking up space in my brain.<\/p>\n<p>88. I believe we will find life in outer space, and think it is simply impossible that we are the only intelligent species.<\/p>\n<p>89. I need food at regular intervals and eight hours of sleep in order to be a functioning human being. I am certifiably bitchy if I am lacking either food or sleep. My husband will confirm this.<\/p>\n<p>90. I would really, really like a daughter some day.<\/p>\n<p>91. We have one frozen embryo left over from our IVF.<\/p>\n<p>92. I have no idea whether we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll ever do anything with it.<\/p>\n<p>93. Infertility led me to a wonderful group of women and lifelong friends.<\/p>\n<p>94. I am a klutz of the highest order.<\/p>\n<p>95. When I was little, I wanted to be a journalist.<\/p>\n<p>96. Blog is as close as I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve ever come to being a \u00e2\u20ac\u0153real\u00e2\u20ac\u009d writer.<\/p>\n<p>97. In my secret heart, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve recently begun to believe that maybe it will happen some day.<\/p>\n<p>98. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d ever write fiction.<\/p>\n<p>99. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t feel I have much of an imagination, although I do acknowledge I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a pretty good writer when I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m on a roll.<\/p>\n<p>100. I am strangely fascinated by memes and 100 things-about-me lists. Mind you, I think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d also be fascinated by other people\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grocery lists. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a bit of a voyeur that way.<\/p>\n<p>101. I genuinely hope we get all the answers when we die, because I have a lot of questions.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"technoratitag\"><span style=\"font-size:78%;\">Categories: <\/span><a href=\"http:\/\/del.icio.us\/danigirl\/memes\" rel=\"tag\"><span style=\"font-size:78%;\">memes<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have been neglecting one of my bloggy duties. 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