Just In Case You Wondered

Some of you who read this blog know me well. Some of you used to know me well and are sort of being reacquainted. Some of you were acquainted with me and are getting to know me better. Some of you didn't know me at all and now feel as if you know me. Some of you don't know me at all and are here by mistake because you wanted to know the lyrics to the Doris Day song. If you fall into that last category, you'll want to check your spelling. Obviously, there are no song lyrics here. Sorry.

As for the rest of you, I thought I'd tell you a few things about myself so that you could get to know me better. You know, so that if we ever go out for coffee, we don't have any awkward silences. Of course, I don't drink coffee, so maybe it would be more of a let's swing by McDonald's for one of their crack-filled Diet Cokes and chat, rather than a let's go sit in a coffee shop and converse sort of thing.

Anyway. Two things you may have discovered about me just by reading that last paragraph: I heart Diet Coke and I am easily distracted. The thing you should know about my love for Diet Coke, however, is this--it is best from McDonald's, but if I cannot get it from there, then I want it really cold, straight out of the can. Do NOT give me a plastic bottle of Diet Coke. I mean, I'd take it if you offered it to me because not only do I love the D.C., I am also polite. But later, I'd probably think less of you for trying to pawn off a nasty tasting, far inferior, plastic bottled D.C. Kidding, kidding. Not about the grossness of a D.C. in a plastic bottle though. I don't joke about that.

Aside from the neurotic serving preferences of my favorite beverage, there are some other things that would bridge that awkward silence. Let's see...

I love to read and am often reading two or three books at the same time.

If you give me a cucumber sandwich, I am liable to fall deeply in love with you.

I love dogs. Although my own particular dog makes me crazy. Cats? Meh. I can take 'em or leave 'em.

If I had enough money, I'd wear a new pair of socks every day and throw them away after I'd worn them. This would allow me to enjoy the comfy softness of new socks without ever having to deal with the laundering and subsequent pairing and folding of the laundered socks. Not to mention the head scratching problem of throwing a pair of socks in the wash only to have one emerge from the machine.

Purple irises are my favorite flower.

If I weren't so lazy and opposed to sweating and getting dirty, I'd have a yard full of flowers--starting with peonies and lilacs.

I have watched "It's A Wonderful Life" more times than I can count. I still cry every time when I see the look on Mary Bailey's face as she watches all the people whose lives her husband has touched come into her home to help him. Waterworks. Every. Time.

I don't like coconut. It's not the flavor, it's the consistency I can't stand.

I can count to ten in English, Spanish, French, and American Sign Language. I want to learn how to do it in more languages. I don't know why. I cannot imagine one single circumstance in which such knowledge would come in handy, unless it's some bizarre emergency countdown at the U.N. Hmmm...I might have to give that scenario a little more thought. Anyway! My sister-in-law was teaching me 1-10 in Lebanese, but I have forgotten. I need to relearn it so that in case that whole U.N. thing ever happens, I won't be short a language. (If by chance you know how to count to ten in another language, would you be willing to share your knowledge with me?)

I have more rings than any three people could wear on their fingers. I love rings. Yet, aside from my wedding ring, I only wear one other ring at a time.

I love grilled peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

I am a word nerd. I love the way certain words sound. I am also keenly aware when someone misuses or mispronounces a word. It makes me inwardly cringe. I would never say anything out loud, but inside I am screaming "NOOOOO!!! Make it stop!"

I have never been farther west than Montana and Colorado. I have never seen the Pacific Ocean.

I love the smell of coffee, but can't stand the taste. Ditto for oranges.

Sometimes, when the light falls on a space in a particular way, I am so moved that I want to cry. I never tell anyone when I feel this way for fear they might think I am tetched in the noggin.

I am always slightly fearful when I am in line at the grocery with only a few items (but more than the express lane allows) and the cashier tells me to go ahead and go through the express lane. I am afraid someone will confront me.

I have always wanted to travel and experience other cultures, but because I married relatively young and have a husband who travels weekly for work and enjoys nothing more than being at home, I haven't. Someday I hope to.

I do a mean Ethel Merman impersonation. (Now there's a skill that comes in handy, eh?)

I think that's probably enough information for a little while. Don't want to scare you off overwhelm you. We could totally chat over Diet Cokes and cucumber sandwiches now. Well, almost. Because any good conversation is two sided, right? So now it's your turn. Click on the comments and tell me something about you. I'd love to get to know you better.