I was in the process of updating my ‘About’ page and after I had changed my age and a little of the wording I was stumped. While blogging is often a very narcissistic venture for me, I found a that when faced with an open opportunity to write whatever I wanted about myself, my brain suddenly shrivelled up and went to the pub.
In an effort to generate ideas I started to compile a list of potential things, and very soon I found that the silly side of me took over, leaving me with a mish-mash of random facts and thoughts of what makes me, well… Me! I thought that I would share them with you. Either that of post a picture of a cat.
I’m a music teacher, but I’ve always had a desire to be a dancer. Or more precisely, a street dancer. Unfortunately, my dance moves closely resemble that of a metaphorical frog-in-blender. Arms and legs everywhere. There has been much laughter and evidence in the many unfortunate photographs that have been posted on Facebook. However, I do know all the steps to Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies.’ Oh, and the Macarena. Somehow, I don’t think that Beyonce’s backing dancers are shitting themselves about the competition…
I have a fabulous way of stopping people from repeatedly showing me the same pictures of their kids: I show them a picture of one of my cats. Please don’t think that I’m a heartless person – I’m delighted for them that they have been blessed with a child, but I don’t need to see pictures of little Billy with snot running down his face, little Billy using the potty for the first time or little Billy in the bath. I guarantee that I have far more pictures of Wobbly (my 19 year old tortie) than any parent have of their newborn. Works a treat.
I don’t own an iron. I hate the process and as a teenager watched my mother waste entire weekends because of it, so I simply refuse to do it. If an item of clothing needs ironing I hang it up as it is drying. I generally dress like a teenage boy anyway – I’m not out to impress.
I’ve never watched Back To the Future. The Bloke almost died of shock when I informed him of this. However, I have seen Howard the Duck. On reflection I think I may have possibly made a few questionable choices over the years in my film-watching decisions.
I seem to lose the ability to articulate myself properly when articulation is needed most. A classic example of this is during an argument with an ex-housemate years ago. He had become involved in drugs and invited his dealer around to the house, which I had an issue with. I had been winning the argument, up until the point where I yelled, “Where do you think we are, the GECKO or something?” Not my finest hour.
I’ve never eaten a S’more. I didn’t even know what a S’more was until about a year ago.
Most women eventually turn into their mothers. I may as well be my mother’s twin… At 32. She’s in her mid 50’s and looks fabulous for her age, to the point where last time we went for a drink together she was asked for I.D. and I wasn’t. Nice.
This is generally how I like to problem solve:
If I was ever lucky enough to win the lottery, I would buy a large plot of land and start a no-kill animal shelter. I would spend the day paying other people to clean up the poo while I got the cuddles.
I have had a ridiculous, irrational fear of something as long as I can remember, to the point where even simple pictures of these will send me into a blind panic and I cannot enter a room until said picture is removed.
What about you? Tell me one interesting fact about yourself!
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