1. I have red hair and blue eyes.
2. I am quiet one-on-one, but become an extrovert in a group setting.
4. I spent 6 weeks one summer living in a school bus, first on a beach in Alaska, then traveling south through Canada into the States.
5. I have worked with autistic kids for almost 13 years, as a therapist and doing respite care. Love it!
6. I love to cook and bake, especially desserts. That's why soaping is perfect. There are no temptations to lick or nibble and I don't have to work my way through an entire dessert afterwards.
7. I dislike most modern television, it's mainly dirty humor or bloody and gory or sordid and perverted, so I watch shows from about 1950-1980.....I Love Lucy, It Takes a Thief, Get Smart, The Wild Wild West, Hogan's Heroes, and old black and white movies, and the best of all are listening to old radio shows.....now that's quality stuff.
8. I am a retired sock snatcher. I worked at a summer camp one summer, and on behalf of the girls' staff house, I snitched one sock from every guy staff member's loads of laundry. It wasn't long before they were wearing nothing but flip-flops and bemoaning the losses of their favorite socks. (They awoke one morning to find them all dangling from a tree.)
9. I think I have too many interests. In my enthusiasm, I am always getting sidetracked by them. The plus is that I am never, ever bored.
10. I have a degree in English and a minor in Geography.
11. My husband's first impression of me wasn't too favorable; he thought I was the high maintenance type. (HA! I'm the "fashion by Goodwill" type. And, he now knows what I look like when I don't have to leave the house.) However, he later broke his own rule of never asking a girl out again after she turned him down once. :)
12. I've lived in 12 different places that I can remember and I still know the addresses for most of them.
13. Reading is simply the Best.
14. I prefer old things--furniture, books, dishes, cars, movies, linens, fashions, you name it. And people, especially. I love their stories.
15. I won't tell a secret, but I can't keep a poker face.
16. I like tent camping. My favorite campground is a primitive one--one water spigot outside the park and only pit toilets scattered sparsely inside the grounds. Here is one of my favorite sites:
|note the Bramble Berry box of food beyond the tent|
|right outside my tent door|
17. Unlike most soapmakers, I usually keep only one bar of soap in my bathtub, with an occasional sliver that I want to test.
18. I'm not naturally a tidy person. All I have to do is walk through a room and I leave a disaster in my wake (the curse of creative people, y'know). But I hate living in a messy house, so I am perpetually cleaning.
19. I was born across from a zoo. (Insert joke here.)
20. Depending on the day, I am between 5'9 1/2" and 5'10" tall.
21. My car is named Fred.
22. Most soapmakers also make candles, not me. I want to try beeswax candles someday, but I avoid burning most scented candles for long because they often give me a headache.
23. I was once assigned to trace my genealogy and present my findings in a college class. Imagine my surprise to find that my classmate had the same relatives from the little country of Luxembourg and that we were distant cousins.
24. Let's just say I'm not renowned for my athleticism.
25. Or my keen sense of direction.
26. And especially not for keeping my head in a medical situation.
Uff-dah. I'm not done yet?
27. I'm glad I live where I can experience all four seasons, including winter, but my favorite season is autumn.
28. I am Indecisive (with a capital I). From choosing an ice cream flavor to writing this post, I stall, procrastinate, and second guess myself far too long.
29. I see typos everywhere. I can be glancing at a brochure or skimming a newspaper and they jump out at me as if they are highlighted. And they bother me tremendously.
30. I once broke my nose when my head was in a chest freezer and the door fell on me. For realsies.
31. Speaking of chest freezers, I love the smell of them. They remind me of my grandma who used to take me to hers while she rummaged for popsicles or ice cream for me. I guess my nose was at just the right height to smell inside. (I would like to mention that I was on business and not simply savoring the aroma when the freezer door mentioned above crashed onto me.)
32. I whine about technology a lot. Yes, I love certain aspects, including this blog, but I think we've lost more than we've gained, with our faces constantly staring at a screen instead of really living.
33. This is the most personal I will ever be in my blog--I have misgivings about publishing it, actually--so enjoy this heedless departure from privacy (and dignity--see #30).