Sheri at A Novel Menagerie has presented me with the Honest Scrap Award:
This award apparently means that I blog straight from the heart. I am supposed to share this award with 7 other bloggers as well as share 10 things about myself.
Ten things? Really? You want to know that much about me? Okay…if you twist my arm just a little…
- I am an organization freak. I like to have folders and notebooks for everything. I organize my bookshelves alphabetically, by subject, by challenge, and by priority (it gets a little complicated sometimes because I am always changing things). Despite this obsessive-compulsive behavior, I am also a clutter bug. My counter-tops always need neatening. My house always needs dusting. I tend to pile my clothes up on chairs rather than hang them in the closet. A bit schizophrenic, isn’t it?
- My favorite food used to be lobster, followed closely by clam chowder and shrimp. Then one day, shortly after I passed my 40th birthday, I ate a lobster and blew up like a balloon. I now have a fatal allergy to all seafood. If I ever end up on death row, my last meal will be lobster and a shrimp cocktail.
- I drive like a crazy woman. It must be all those years living in Boston. When Kip drives, Raven sleeps like a lamb. When I drive she retches and gets car sick. The last time we took a road trip and I got behind the wheel, Kip cautioned Raven: “Watch out, Mommy’s driving.” I like to refer to my driving style as “assertive.”
- I love garbage television (bring on The Bachelor and America’s Next Top Model) almost as much as I love People Magazine. Don’t let all that literary fiction fool you!
- I hate olives.
- I am deathly afraid of spiders (and bees too). Everyone says they are friendly little creatures which help our gardens. All I know is that once a wolf spider reared up on his legs and made me run screaming down the hall, and another time a teeny (but hairy) little spider sprang off the wall to attack me. On more occasions than I can count a bee has stung me for no good reason.
- Deep down, past the painted toenails and nice clothes, I am really a tomboy who always preferred running around the neighborhood with the wild boys than playing with dolls. I am really happiest in ratty jeans, a t-shirt and bare feet.
- There is no animal I don’t relate to (except maybe skunks who insist on spraying my dogs). Strays are always showing up on my doorstep. I am helpless to turn them away. It is amazing I have not turned into a crazy cat woman yet. Luckily, I still have commonsense – I find homes for them instead of keeping them.
- I am the eternal optimist. I prefer to see potential in people rather than their weaknesses. I can’t seem to say no to anyone. If someone is in need, I want to take them home and fix their problems. This is not always a good thing. There are times I believe there is a neon sign tattooed across my forehead which reads “Sucker.” Despite this, I would rather believe in the good in people than see the bad in them.
- When people meet me they automatically think I am an extrovert. Perhaps it is because I talk so much (if you’ve met me, this is not an invitation to agree with me!). But I am actually a person who is energized by alone time spent reading or being creative…so that technically makes me an introvert.
Thanks for tagging me, Sheri! This was fun. Although I am now supposed to tag seven people, I am feeling rather lazy today…instead, if you are reading this, feel free to play along…but make sure you come back and leave me a comment with a link to your post so I can get to know you a little better!