Me, Me, Me
Let's talk about me.
I am a middle child.
I earned straight A's in school, but a choir teacher gave me a B+ for a semester grade my sophomore year of high school and thus ruined my life. I am still bitter. I never took another fine arts class in school, though I love art and music.
I have brown eyes and what used to be naturally blond, curly hair.
I read Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders when I was younger than ten years old. What were my parents thinking?
My first job (involving a W-2 form) was as a clerk at a natural foods store. I think I was fired (or did I just quit?) when my boss got word that I said to a customer, "I don't know. They don't tell me anything around here." I was fifteen.
I once shook hands with Jim Bakker on a dare. I was working at Heritage USA on the grounds crew at the time.
I was voted "Outstanding Junior Girl" in my high school class of four hundred. If not for that stupid B+ in choir, I might have been one of the three (or four) valedictorians. I graduated fourth out of four hundred students. My parents did not have a graduation party for me.
I traveled to Jamaica when I was seventeen with a church group. I hated Jamaica. That could be because when I was sixteen, I traveled to Tahiti with a church group and Tahiti rocks. Just look here.
I don't drink alcohol and the one time I sipped champagne, it reminded me of Nyquil. I always thought I'd probably like drinking so much I'd probably end up sleeping under a bridge and living in a cardboard box.
I've been in the following states (which I can type in alphabetical order by singing a song I learned in Miss Brittingham's third grade class): Alabama, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Louisiana, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, Wisconsin, Wyoming.
I play the piano, but I never practiced enough to become excellent. I can't play by ear very well at all, much to my chagrin.
I am an introvert.
I like to watch "The Real World" and have watched almost every season.
My favorite television show of all time was "thirtysomething." Oh. And "Seinfeld."
I hate raw tomatoes and Kraft macaroni and cheese.
I've been deep-sea fishing off the coast of Florida. You haven't really ever seen navy blue until you've looked down at the ocean and seen navy blue.
I swam in the Pacific Ocean when I was younger and didn't mind my whole body going numb from cold and didn't realize I was risking my life.
I swam in mountain streams in my youth, also not realizing the danger. I white-water rafted once and loved it. Today I might be too afraid of dying.
I hate to camp. (This might be because I don't drink alcohol.)
I have red stripes on my family room wall.
I bought a Lifecycle exercise bike at a garage sale over the weekend for $50.00.
The last movie I saw was "Must Like Dogs." I really wanted to like it because it features a Newfoundland, but it was a rotten movie. Stupid, stupid dialogue and ridiculous ending. The dog was cute, though.
I owned a Newfoundland for two years. She nipped two of my kids and was returned to the breeder, despite many tears and begging by the children (even the bitten ones).
I bought a hamster cage at a garage sale this weekend, too, for $10, including all the supplies you could dream of. It has a hamster bed and a hamster potty. I don't want to own any rodents, but my youngest son is a fan of animals and has been begging for another pet. If I soften my stance, I am prepared. (The cage still had its original sticker--$49.99.)
I am sarcastic, smart, an excellent typist. I hate coffee and adore books. I am a pessimist. I never read historical romances. I like depressing stories. I am critical and defensive and never forget a slight.
Well, I could go on and on about me, you know, since I am completely narcissistic and all, but I am boring even myself. Tomorrow? Judgments. Let's see how many I can make in one post.
I am a middle child.
I earned straight A's in school, but a choir teacher gave me a B+ for a semester grade my sophomore year of high school and thus ruined my life. I am still bitter. I never took another fine arts class in school, though I love art and music.
I have brown eyes and what used to be naturally blond, curly hair.
I read Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders when I was younger than ten years old. What were my parents thinking?
My first job (involving a W-2 form) was as a clerk at a natural foods store. I think I was fired (or did I just quit?) when my boss got word that I said to a customer, "I don't know. They don't tell me anything around here." I was fifteen.
I once shook hands with Jim Bakker on a dare. I was working at Heritage USA on the grounds crew at the time.
I was voted "Outstanding Junior Girl" in my high school class of four hundred. If not for that stupid B+ in choir, I might have been one of the three (or four) valedictorians. I graduated fourth out of four hundred students. My parents did not have a graduation party for me.
I traveled to Jamaica when I was seventeen with a church group. I hated Jamaica. That could be because when I was sixteen, I traveled to Tahiti with a church group and Tahiti rocks. Just look here.
I don't drink alcohol and the one time I sipped champagne, it reminded me of Nyquil. I always thought I'd probably like drinking so much I'd probably end up sleeping under a bridge and living in a cardboard box.
I've been in the following states (which I can type in alphabetical order by singing a song I learned in Miss Brittingham's third grade class): Alabama, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Louisiana, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, Wisconsin, Wyoming.
I play the piano, but I never practiced enough to become excellent. I can't play by ear very well at all, much to my chagrin.
I am an introvert.
I like to watch "The Real World" and have watched almost every season.
My favorite television show of all time was "thirtysomething." Oh. And "Seinfeld."
I hate raw tomatoes and Kraft macaroni and cheese.
I've been deep-sea fishing off the coast of Florida. You haven't really ever seen navy blue until you've looked down at the ocean and seen navy blue.
I swam in the Pacific Ocean when I was younger and didn't mind my whole body going numb from cold and didn't realize I was risking my life.
I swam in mountain streams in my youth, also not realizing the danger. I white-water rafted once and loved it. Today I might be too afraid of dying.
I hate to camp. (This might be because I don't drink alcohol.)
I have red stripes on my family room wall.
I bought a Lifecycle exercise bike at a garage sale over the weekend for $50.00.
The last movie I saw was "Must Like Dogs." I really wanted to like it because it features a Newfoundland, but it was a rotten movie. Stupid, stupid dialogue and ridiculous ending. The dog was cute, though.
I owned a Newfoundland for two years. She nipped two of my kids and was returned to the breeder, despite many tears and begging by the children (even the bitten ones).
I bought a hamster cage at a garage sale this weekend, too, for $10, including all the supplies you could dream of. It has a hamster bed and a hamster potty. I don't want to own any rodents, but my youngest son is a fan of animals and has been begging for another pet. If I soften my stance, I am prepared. (The cage still had its original sticker--$49.99.)
I am sarcastic, smart, an excellent typist. I hate coffee and adore books. I am a pessimist. I never read historical romances. I like depressing stories. I am critical and defensive and never forget a slight.
Well, I could go on and on about me, you know, since I am completely narcissistic and all, but I am boring even myself. Tomorrow? Judgments. Let's see how many I can make in one post.
posted by Melodee at Monday, August 08, 2005
11 Comments:
My dear Mel,
Not like raw tomatoes or coffee? Sorry for your loss.
For dog movies: Have you tried "The Adventures of Yellow Dog"?
In today's paper: the story of three organ recipients who died from a virus the donor had caught from her hamster.
Re the red stripes: you obviously don't have the inner agonies over choosing paint colors that I do. (Obviously, neither did our home's owner.)
Oops, I meant PREVIOUS owner.
Wow. I want to see "Must Love Dogs" because of the dogs too. I have a Westie who frequently puts herself into a coma. Really. Just like in the commercial for the movie.
Can't wait for "Judgements" day!
I hate to disappoint, but Must Love Dogs is a little light on the dogs. Sorry. Although what is there is awfully cute.
Mel--I don't like raw tomatoes or coffee either. Never had a cup of coffee in my life.
Oh and I watch Real World too--I'm so going to email you now to dish. Mel is driving me nuts! Wait, that's confusing. Not you, I meant the girl on RW.
M
the similarities between us really are eerie. By the way---IT'S A GIRL!!!! July 27, 2005 @ 1046 p.m. 8 pounds even 20.5 inches and perfect as can be
Glad to see you made it out garage saling!
Real World. Bwah ha ha! So do I. Although I don't TELL anyone. Well at least not anyone except you guys reading this. My husband has now gotten hooked on it too, although he would claim otherwise.
Need to see the red striped wall, please...
There is only one moment when Kraft Macaroni and Cheese is edible; that moment between pot and plate.
You sound like my kind of gal.
Mel... You are a hoot! I always enjoy my visits here. I, too, loved certain episodes of thirtysomething, especially where ...hmm... wasn't her real name Mel like yours?...where she found the WWII diary in her basement. Oh my, afterward I said, "I could have written that episode, except that I thought the viewing public didn't care about things like that!" It had everything I loved and I wish I had it on DVD. I also loved when her mother came to visit... that's another one I could have written myself. :) Thanks for your post--like all the others, it made my day! ... Debra
It always amazes me when people complain about blogs being narcissistic or whiney. As if our blog were the sum of us. A blog is a web log, a journal. If you don't like my diary, don't read it!
Fun entry! I wonder if that was easy to write, or difficult. I think that for some people, it would just flow. I don't know if I could write an entry like that very easily.
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