Seven Things You Didn't Know About Auntie
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auntbijouI was tagged by the_minx_17, so I will flog my brain and try to think of seven things y'all don't know about me!
A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
1. I am easily overwhelmed by sound. If I'm talking to someone, and the tv is on, and the radio, even if it's in another room, and maybe some machinery, like the washing machine, or a lawn mower, etc, I will go into total panic mode. It's like sensory overload, and I withdraw completely. Because I lose my ability to concentrate, and even reading lips doesn't help. I'll run away and hide until I feel more like myself, whereupon I'll come peeking out sheepishly and blushing furiously. If I'm not in tears.
2. I love to dance, but I haven't been out dancing, other than with my kids standing on my feet, or twirling at the ends of my fingers at family type gatherings in town, since before I was married. Because, while I can dance (and I'm actually pretty good at it) and THO can dance, the two of us dancing together is a disaster waiting to happen. The only way we can dance together is if I close my eyes. And he hates that because he likes to look into my eyes when we dance together. So, we end up running into each other, falling over, knocking over tables... it ain't pretty. Ironically enough, we do the Oldest Dance quite well together, but... can't exactly do that in public, now can we? *laughs*
3. I absolutely hate being alone when I'm sick. I don't necessarily want someone in the room with me, but just knowing someone else is close by, even if they're in another room, makes me feel much better. Especially if it's THO.
4. I am a very shy person. I don't come across that way most of the time, because I do know how to chat and make small talk, and make people comfortable around me. This is because of a bit of advice my wonderful mother gave me. "Whenever you're feeling awkward and shy, look for someone who is probably feeling even worse than you, then go and talk to them. Pretty soon, both of you will forget how scared you are, and things will go much more smoothly for both of you." And she was absolutely right. It doesn't keep me from shaking in my boots whenever I meet new people, though.
5. I am a perfectionist, though I should say I am a reformed perfectionist, and I have to attribute a great deal of that to the incredible patience of the Husbandly One. That, and dying (long story). Life isn't perfect. And you know what? It's more fun that way. I will never be perfect, thank goodness, because if I was, wouldn't y'all just get everlastingly sick of me?? I learned to let go, to laugh about it, to enjoy it, even. Having kids sort of reinforces that idea. Because they start out absolutely perfect... and then you change that first diaper. Sort of blows the entire image right there in one shot. You clean it up, and then you snuggle them up, kiss them, and laugh when they make those little "Heh, heh, heh!" noises. I think that's about as close to perfect as it gets.
6. I write every single day. That doesn't mean what I write is readable, but I write every single day. It hurts when I don't write. My brain is constantly ticking over with ideas, and I have to get them out, or I get so overloaded that I feel like my head will explode. So I write. I type it into the keyboard, I scribble it in notebooks, scraps of paper, napkins... when the ideas come, I jot them down. Harry Potter fanfiction is the most visible of my writing, but, y'all, I write a LOT of stuff that has nothing to do with it. One day, it would be kinda nice to make enough money from it to pay some of the bills around here.
7. I don't discuss religion or politics with the people I love. With the exception of THO and my kids. Why? Well, it was an actual rule in our house when I was growing up that we didn't discuss religion or politics en famille, because there were so many divergent beliefs in our family that arguments blew up rahter quickly, and sometimes got out of control. We have Catholics, hardcore Southern Baptists, Methodists, Episcipalians, Evangelicals, Atheists, Wiccans, and at least two Buddhists in my mother's family alone. Don't get me started on my dad's family. Please. And a mix of conservatives, liberals, left-wings, right-wings, at least three Communists... just thinking about it makes my head hurt! My mother, who has a will of STEEL that once she gets that tone in her voice, even hardened cops back off, put her foot down and instituted this rule when her oldest brother, and one of their cousins actually got into a fistfight over some newspaper article about McGovern, I believe (I wasn't there, not being born yet). Anyone who wanted to discuss the verboten subjects after that historic bashing of skulls was told to take it somewhere else. Pronto. So, at family gatherings, we discuss the kids, what's going on in our lives, jobs, the weather, our health, funny stories we've read, ridiculous bits of gossip about people we know... everything except Religion and Politics. And I have kept to that rule in my own life. It's not that I'm afraid to disagree with people, because I'm not. I am quite passionate in my beliefs. But I refuse to do it with people I love. On principal. So there.
And now I tag...hmmmm, let me see...failuresofine, vicki_sine, lddurham, sokka, hedwigsbane, potion_lady, and harrysexxmagic
*falls over, exhausted from this comprehensive baring of the soul*
the_minx_17, so I will flog my brain and try to think of seven things y'all don't know about me!A. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag seven people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag "whoever wants to do it."
1. I am easily overwhelmed by sound. If I'm talking to someone, and the tv is on, and the radio, even if it's in another room, and maybe some machinery, like the washing machine, or a lawn mower, etc, I will go into total panic mode. It's like sensory overload, and I withdraw completely. Because I lose my ability to concentrate, and even reading lips doesn't help. I'll run away and hide until I feel more like myself, whereupon I'll come peeking out sheepishly and blushing furiously. If I'm not in tears.
2. I love to dance, but I haven't been out dancing, other than with my kids standing on my feet, or twirling at the ends of my fingers at family type gatherings in town, since before I was married. Because, while I can dance (and I'm actually pretty good at it) and THO can dance, the two of us dancing together is a disaster waiting to happen. The only way we can dance together is if I close my eyes. And he hates that because he likes to look into my eyes when we dance together. So, we end up running into each other, falling over, knocking over tables... it ain't pretty. Ironically enough, we do the Oldest Dance quite well together, but... can't exactly do that in public, now can we? *laughs*
3. I absolutely hate being alone when I'm sick. I don't necessarily want someone in the room with me, but just knowing someone else is close by, even if they're in another room, makes me feel much better. Especially if it's THO.
4. I am a very shy person. I don't come across that way most of the time, because I do know how to chat and make small talk, and make people comfortable around me. This is because of a bit of advice my wonderful mother gave me. "Whenever you're feeling awkward and shy, look for someone who is probably feeling even worse than you, then go and talk to them. Pretty soon, both of you will forget how scared you are, and things will go much more smoothly for both of you." And she was absolutely right. It doesn't keep me from shaking in my boots whenever I meet new people, though.
5. I am a perfectionist, though I should say I am a reformed perfectionist, and I have to attribute a great deal of that to the incredible patience of the Husbandly One. That, and dying (long story). Life isn't perfect. And you know what? It's more fun that way. I will never be perfect, thank goodness, because if I was, wouldn't y'all just get everlastingly sick of me?? I learned to let go, to laugh about it, to enjoy it, even. Having kids sort of reinforces that idea. Because they start out absolutely perfect... and then you change that first diaper. Sort of blows the entire image right there in one shot. You clean it up, and then you snuggle them up, kiss them, and laugh when they make those little "Heh, heh, heh!" noises. I think that's about as close to perfect as it gets.
6. I write every single day. That doesn't mean what I write is readable, but I write every single day. It hurts when I don't write. My brain is constantly ticking over with ideas, and I have to get them out, or I get so overloaded that I feel like my head will explode. So I write. I type it into the keyboard, I scribble it in notebooks, scraps of paper, napkins... when the ideas come, I jot them down. Harry Potter fanfiction is the most visible of my writing, but, y'all, I write a LOT of stuff that has nothing to do with it. One day, it would be kinda nice to make enough money from it to pay some of the bills around here.
7. I don't discuss religion or politics with the people I love. With the exception of THO and my kids. Why? Well, it was an actual rule in our house when I was growing up that we didn't discuss religion or politics en famille, because there were so many divergent beliefs in our family that arguments blew up rahter quickly, and sometimes got out of control. We have Catholics, hardcore Southern Baptists, Methodists, Episcipalians, Evangelicals, Atheists, Wiccans, and at least two Buddhists in my mother's family alone. Don't get me started on my dad's family. Please. And a mix of conservatives, liberals, left-wings, right-wings, at least three Communists... just thinking about it makes my head hurt! My mother, who has a will of STEEL that once she gets that tone in her voice, even hardened cops back off, put her foot down and instituted this rule when her oldest brother, and one of their cousins actually got into a fistfight over some newspaper article about McGovern, I believe (I wasn't there, not being born yet). Anyone who wanted to discuss the verboten subjects after that historic bashing of skulls was told to take it somewhere else. Pronto. So, at family gatherings, we discuss the kids, what's going on in our lives, jobs, the weather, our health, funny stories we've read, ridiculous bits of gossip about people we know... everything except Religion and Politics. And I have kept to that rule in my own life. It's not that I'm afraid to disagree with people, because I'm not. I am quite passionate in my beliefs. But I refuse to do it with people I love. On principal. So there.
And now I tag...hmmmm, let me see...
failuresofine, vicki_sine, lddurham, sokka, hedwigsbane, potion_lady, and harrysexxmagic*falls over, exhausted from this comprehensive baring of the soul*
