Okay, so Tricia Sutton, amazing author of the appropriately titled Tricia Sutton’s Blog, gave me these flowers.
Sweet right? Except that it comes with strings attached because that’s how Tricia rolls. I’m supposed to write seven unknown facts about me and then pick seven other bloggers to forward the bouquet to. In this way, by the end of December every single blogger in the world will have revealed themselves, and we will know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, who Batman really is.
Wait, no. Never mind.
Here’s what I meant to say. I’m going to write three things about myself instead of seven, partly because I’m not sure I can think of seven things about me no one knows and partly because if I could, I can’t imagine who would want to read them. So three. That seems reasonable. Ready? Okay here goes.
- I don’t like jello…. And, technically, that is not a thing about me no one knows. It’s a thing that comes up more often than you’d think. To be honest, I don’t know why that is. I can’t remember the last time I was offered jello, and yet I seem to find plenty of occasions to share my disdain. That’s kind of weird, actually. Like a tick. An impulsive, involuntary confession. I should add it to my warning label.
- I am not an enormous Jane Austen fan. I feel certain I will get hate mail for having admitted that. People really love Jane Austen. I pretend to, but the truth eats away at me. I’ve been known to have a hard time finishing her books. I’ve been known not to finish her books… don’t be mad. I’m sure it’s me and not her.
- My love of chips is reversely proportional to my disdain for jello. I adore crunchy, delicious, salty chips exactly as much as I detest jello. Chips = YES! Jello = NO. If you saw it on a graph – j’s feelings about jello versus her feelings about chips – it would stun you. Not only because I’d use glitter and a fancy font, but also because who in their right mind graphs something like that in the first place?
But wait there’s more. An extra bonus fourth thing. This top secret fact about me comes from Tricia herself. It surprised even me: As soon as I reveal one secret about me, my body regenerates three more… I know, sweet, right? Secrets are my superpower. Woo hoo!
Now for the seven three bloggers to whom I must pass the bouquet…
- Of course, Karen from Mentor, who is the author of Miscellaneous Yammering, a blog that never fails to make me laugh (except when she’s freaking me out with her sometimes scary flash fiction.)
- Becky Sain who is the author of my newest blog addiction First Pages, a blog that also makes me laugh, and sometimes cry, and always think. You should check her out.
- Estrella Azul, author of the delightful Life’s A Stage blog, which I love because of all the creative ideas it contains – from homemade health and beauty products to Christmas crafts.
Okay. Now, for the rest of you, if you’d like to reveal some secret thing about yourself, please feel free. No one’s listening. It’s just us.
Oh, you’re so sweet Judy! (Or are you? … Makes me think of your secret agenda…)
But what the heck, I’ll join in the fun!
I will have to think about what to reveal though, so we’ll see what I can come up with during shopping and helping my mom today. (I already know one thing.)
It will be fun to make a list!
Have a great weekend! Hugs :)
Ok. I’m completely nervous about this — did I not mention how I really like to stay guarded with people? Uh oh, maybe that’s one thing — except everyone who knows me knows that. So, ok… I’ll do this because you told me to and I think I do everything you tell me to (there I go, revealing another secret).
I’ll need a banana and some water to get started on this…
Estrella, be sure and come over and tell us when your secrets are up.
Becky, Don’t be nervous. I totally cheated. You can too. (I feel like the little devil on your shoulder.) Or you don’t even have to do it and I’ll still think you’re awesome. I’m so easy!
Well I must say, j, that your disdain for jello surprises me… I mean, how can you dislike the worlds simplest food – sugar, water, and that gel stuff that looks like hand sanitizer…
Ok, I’m starting to get it now…
Still, I’m not a “anti-jelloite”, except when it gets to that stage where it starts to harden… now that’s gross…
I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels totally threatened by the thought of revealing what’s behind the mask. The location of my lair has been so perfectly hidden, that if revealed, I’m afraid I will come “home” to find a party there, and I wasn’t even invited…
Yet, I’m up for the challenge… maybe… maybe I’ll start with the benign things, like “I was an extra in a move that no one in this country saw”… It probably never made it to DVD, so you can’t look at it, so I’m safe.
Two more things… ah, so revealing… gotta think, get out of my comfort zone… I hate this you know (not like jello, but still).
ok, 2: I used to hide in the kitchen cabinets – well, not really hide, but hide out. I would take all of the pots and pans out, plop myself inside, close the door and just sit there… my mom would check on me, ask me if I was ok, and would nod, and she would close the door again. No, this wasn’t in high school… I was about 2 (although sometimes, the idea doesn’t sound too bad…)
What’s next… I guess not so much of a secret – I hate to sing in public (even though I do it all the time). Acting is no issue for me, but singing is different. I get all nervous when I have to do something musical-like, and I could do it well, but I always feel vulnerable doing it.
Ok, that’s enough for me right now… feeling all exposed and stuff, but got it off my chest, accepted the challenge and rose to the occasion :-)
Chips: I love them too! The saltier the better (within reason). I would suggest sharing a bag of chips, but it sounds like your love of them might preclude that… maybe we’ll both just get our own bag and relish the idea of how much we both love them :-)
[hug] TPM so cute…. I used to hide in the hamper.
As soon as I started reading this I started chanting…don’t pick me ….don’t pick me….laughing…
Monday. I’ll do it monday…but only cause I love you.
PS I HATE jello.
I think it’s because gelatin is this:
“•a colorless water-soluble glutinous protein obtained from animal tissues such as bone and skin ”
EWWWWWWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
TPM, I love your list! I would share chips with you. (But to avoid injury, maybe I’ll just sit right next to you while we eat our separate bags.) :-)
Karen, I’m sorry! You and Becky both. Don’t feel like you have to do it. I thought Tricia would be disappointed if I didn’t ask anyone! I already cheated totally by doing only three things. No worries if you don’t want to play!
And I didn’t know you didn’t like jello! High five!
Oh no missy. Gauntlet thown down and accepted.
It’s on.
hee hee hee that was soooo fun to type.
high five back!
oh and that would be “thrown” down.
I went over to Becky’s place to visit her. I see why you go there. :0)
Oh, Judy, don’t you realize that those who are reluctant are those who are hiding something, like they may, in fact, be Batman. Flush ‘em out Judy, flush ‘em out.
Now, since you one-upped me on the whole PTA thing by stating your zero attendence, I’ll pay you back with a little zero-like confession myself: I have NEVER read a Jane Austen book. Not that I never will, but let’s just say she hasn’t been on my bucket list. Now you’ve got me wanting to.
Okay, it’s up: everyone can check out my dirty little secrets :P
Now… you got me into this, so go read it J! ;)
Karen, you go girl!
Tricia, Excellent point on the Batman thing. Shoot! Let’s read Jane together. Like a tiny little book club. Preferably one I’ve seen the movie for like Sense and Sensibility. (There was no movie when I read it the first time.)
While there are a select few who know these things about me, I’m following your lead j, and bending the rules… considering them as “more like guidelines.”
1) I’ve never been snow skiing or snowboarding, although I think I would love it (and hate the cost, which is why I’ve never been snow skiing or snowboarding.)
2) I’ve never played golf (The real kind anyway). See item one above for the reasons why.
3) I once jumped out of the ski boat at 30 miles per hour, just to see what it would be like. (Pretty uncomfortable, by the way.)*
*A funny side note, one day, when on the boat with my brother, he said, “I wonder what it would be like to jump out of the boat when underway.” Built from the same genetic mold, I guess. (He resisted the urge.)
Okay, your J-ness, I went away to think about what I’m willing to expose here. Only because it’s almost still your birthday plus less than a week until Christmas am I willing to do this. Fair warning, though, if you stop being my Twitter friend I will cry uncontrollably. (Not a pretty sight.)
1) I never learned to ride a bicycle. Not that I tried and couldn’t. I never had a bike and no one ever tried to teach me. Having never done it, I don’t feel deprived in any way, but I do think it’s contributed to my poor sense of balance.
2) I used to be a flower child. Not a hippie, a flower child. Example: when I was 8 months pregnant I made myself a long dress out of a batik-print tablecloth from India and went around with flowers in my hair and rings on my toes. (I was still in my teens, but barely.)
3) “Hit Me Baby, One More Time” is the ring tone on my cellphone for all of my daughter’s numbers. I do NOT own any Britney Spears cd’s though.
Oh, and I used to like jello until the comment above informing me that it’s made from things like bone and skin. Eeeeewwwww! is right.
OK, the funniest thing I got out of the post today was that the most simplest, easiest, non-threatening, no biggee, comment about writing “seven unknown facts” (it could have been one’s shoe size) about oneself can cause people to run for them thar’ hills! ha!
hey Tricia, come on over. We will break open a few bottles of wine and start making lists of unknown (soon to be known) facts together!
1. I love, “The Wizard of Oz” (and Toto could act his ass off!)
2. I moved 16 (maybe 17 times, I forget) between 2nd grade and high school.
3. I’ve had conversations, over dinner, with two Presidents while they were in office.
Extra Bonus Fourth thing: I passed out in high school biology, Mr Gagnon’s class, during child birth movies! No, not at my desk. I remember trying to make it to the door and the next thing I knew I was looking up from the floor with everyone else’s faces looking down at me!! sheeeesh!!
Wait, there’s more…. oh well, another time maybe. I think we are suppose to hold this to three?! Heck, I didn’t get to the one about Paula Abdul, darn it!
So, do you like the films based on Jane Austen’s writing? Did you ever get that copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte’? Do you think she’d be too much like Jane? What is it about that writing you don’t like?
Jell-O, hmmmm. After I had my baby, I loved Jell-O because I was starving and that was one of the few things I was given. Other than that I never gave it much thought . . . I guess it must be a consistency thing (why you don’t like it)? Is that why you don’t like it?
Why am I just trying to figure out why you don’t like what you don’t like?
That TPM sure is charming, sigh.
I’m shocked that Chad has neither skied nor golfed, that amazes me. I won’t go into my experiences with those sports.
Would Bobby tell us what Presidents? How did he end up in that situation??!!
As for me, I’m an open book – there’s very little that people don’t know about me – except I guess if they don’t ask. I never hid in the cabinets or the hampers, but I did go into the closet with Johnny from next door (seriously, his name was Johnny) to do that ‘you show me yours’ thing . . . at the ripe age of 4 and I think I fell in love for the first time at 5 (Eros, not agape). Oh so destined for heart-ache. Still, it took quite a long time for me to have an actual real-life boyfriend.
As for aversions to food, I’m surprised at how many people love Mushrooms – I mean, they are fungus, right? And, talk about slimy! To me, Jell-O has nothing on Mushrooms!. However, if I got to a friend’s house and they have made their ‘special dish’ and it includes mushrooms, I will eat it and smile. However, now if it has meat in it I wouldn’t eat it – I have not eaten meat or fish in almost 2 years and I don’t intend to ever go back (even though I probably should have the fish). Nothing with a face, that’s my rule now ;-)
utter dislike for jello…. jumping out of ski boats at 30 mph… people calling one another “missy”… cant eat anything with “a face”… Oh, this needs to be a regular ZS feature for certain!!!
Estrella, reading you next!
cmw, I can say with all certainty that not only is jumping off a boat traveling 30 mph insane, it’s more than a little unnerving to be a spectator.
Dani, Twitter would be much less fun for me if you were not there! Your list is awesome! I know someone else who can’t ride a bike but she might stop loving me if I out her on the blog. (Right, mom?)
Bobby, Which presidents? I want a story. And why would nobody know that? If I had dinner conversations with presidents, it would be the first thing you’d know about me. As in, “Hi, you should know I’ve spoken with presidents.” (A regular feature can be arranged.)
Carey, I did like the movies. For me, with books, there are so many contemporary writers that I love, writing in a style that is familiar and comfortable for me (versus a style that was familiar and comfortable 100 years ago) that I’d just rather spend time with them. I am not one of those people who thinks there are no good writers anymore. I think there are more good writers than I can possibly read!
Mushrooms. I love mushrooms. (But I see your point.) :-)
Ah, secrets.
1. As a teenager, I would to sneak into my brother’s room to stare at his Farrah Fawcett poster. (If only I had put two and two together then, I would have saved myself some heartache later)
2. I am a vegetarian who loves bacon. There I said it.
3. In real life, I am incredibly shy. I despise “small talk” (read: I suck at it). How is the weather? How ’bout those Yankees? (ooooops, there goes secret #4) So, what do you do for a living? Argh, I get agita just thinking about it.
Oh, and, for a little spice….I find big words (used prudently) incredibly sexy.
HippieChick,
Okay, no small talk when we converge on NYC. Got it. I get the big words thing. It might be why I think Ira Glass is sexy. (Did I just type that aloud?)
Oh, and, for a little spice… I liked the Farrah poster too. Shhh…
Ira Glass, Rachel Maddow…same same same.
(which would explain my obsession with both)
And, indeed, that is a tasty little tidbit of spice.
(it will be our little secret)
I have been thinking that my eleemosynary contribution to the donation basket should have been more than just the Farrah Fawcett poster!?!?
What, I use that word allll the time. I didn’t even read the comments above!
Bobby, I totally had to look up eleemosynary. Nice one! I’m going to use it in conversation tomorrow… see if I can make my barista swoon. (So far all attempts to woo my barista have failed, and so I just get plain, artless latte. Very sad.)
(WordPress does not think barista is a word. It doesn’t recognize blog either, which never fails to amuse me.)
barista used to be my secret code for coffee god… sometimes i wish I was at the barista’s mercy again, but coffee for me is nothing more than a sweet memory… as for eleemonsynary… um, Bobby, uh we went to the same school, right? I think I missed that day when they were teaching those big words.
Hippie chick: #2 and 3 Ya!. I too am a vegetarian that loves bacon… and steak… and fish… and pork roast… and any kind of meat except chicken… guess I’m not much of a vegetarian, huh? I do love veggies though…
and small talk… kinda like J and jello….
cmw, just one question… “Where’s the video?????”
Carey… yes, i’m still blushing
Ok, Well the first secret is now I’ve got to take the #%7!!@ jello mold I got ya for Christmas back to Wal-Mart.
Another secret about the kilted crusader is that I am the road-rage king. I go by the George Carlin method: Anyone driving slower than me is an idiot, anyone driving faster is outta their friggin’ mind.
So there.
George
George, Love how you make me laugh. From you, I’d take the jello mold. I’m sure it can be used for other things… festive meatloaf? (Yep, I like meatloaf more than jello. It’s true.)
Driving… so with you on that. People would not think me sweet if they drove with me. (Wait, people do think I’m sweet, right?)