Tag, I’m It

The one good thing about Monday, is that it’s a day closer to the weekend. I’m surprised that I even managed to make it into my office this morning, considering I was out later than usual last night! Well, honestly, the only reason I made it in, was to pick up a package that was being delivered, if it wasn’t for that, I’d still be in the bed and it would have been a work from home day. This weekend I was ‘tagged’ by Lisa, of Serah’s Soap and I was asked to list 7 random facts about myself. She did a pretty good job with hers, so I doubt I’ll be able to top it or even come close, I’m just not that creative this morning. But any who, listed below are my seven random facts about myself:

1. I just can’t put that in my mouth:

There are certain foods that I will not eat clearly based on textures and/or what they look like. On the top of the list is cottage cheese and baked ham. Just the look of cottage cheese couldn’t be any more of a turn off. Lumps & clumps of what?? No thanks, I’ll pass. Also, I’m not the biggest pork eater to begin with, and ham sort of reminds me of human flesh when it’s sliced. Just looking at a piece of sliced ham makes me queasy.

2. Nail Biters Anonymous:

For most of my life, I’ve been a nail biter. Around this time last year, I made a conscientious effort to stop biting them, and guess what it worked! But now, I’m sort of anal when it comes to my nails. God forbid one of them breaks, it just ruins the look of a perfectly, naturally manicured hand. I also hate fingernail polish, unless it’s a clear coat. So unless it’s a special occasion/event, chances are they’ll always be au naturale.

3. If I eat that, I could possibly die:

Not to be confused with #1 on the list, I have a pretty good reason not to eat a lot of other types of food. I suffer from a pretty severe form of Oral Allergy Syndrome which could lead to possible anaphylaxis. Unless I have a death wish, I have to stay away from fresh Apples, plums, peaches, avocados, mangos & cherries. In my strange world, it’s always the good stuff that’s bad for me. Give me a can of peaches with sugar, calories & preservatives, and I’m good.

4. Miss Anonymous:

Anyone who knows me well, knows that I’m a very private person when it comes to my family, career & my small circle of friends. I rarely discuss my job with anyone outside of that small circle, I hardly ever divulge personal information to people, even to some in my family. I consider a lot of things sacred to me, and my privacy is one of them. Even as a kid, I didn’t share much with my siblings or family, unless I deemed it necessary. For a while, I enjoyed my ‘anonymity’ when it came to writing. I was able to vent, bitch, complain, without repercussions or side-eyes from friends/family/business associates via this outlet. I never seek ‘fame’ or accolades from what I write, if that was my true purpose, I would never use a nom de plume. So I will say this, to the ‘googlers’ from the past 48 hrs, please go back where you came from. I don’t entertain negativity. Google bombing is so 2005, try harder.

5. Can’t Touch This:

Not only do I have an aversion to certain foods, I also have a few toward certain textures of objects. I don’t like to touch news print paper. I can’t even recall when that issue started but I do know it’s been around since I was a kid. My grandmother would literally have to force me to pick up the daily newspaper or even read one. I’m not even sure what it is about how it feels, but it gives me instant heebie-jeebies. Don’t let me even start to mention my cotton-ball issue. I cringe at the sight of them and will not open a pill bottle until someone has removed it before hand.

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My mind works in mysterious ways. I guess when it comes to numbers, I have a ‘total recall’ effect. Sequences, phone numbers, birth dates, anything with numbers, I can remember it without hardly any effort. I have a running total in my head of how much I have in my bank, constantly, so I haven’t had to balance my account in years. Ironically, my sense of direction and event memory sucks.

7. Sally Sells Seashells By The Seashore

Up until 5th grade it would have taken me several minutes to say that. I had one of the worst issues with stuttering that my speech therapist ever dealt with. Interestingly enough, I was never really teased about it. By the end of 5th grade, my therapist was amazed that I had it under control and displayed no issues with it at all. I guess saying “Sally Sells Seashells By The Seashore” helped.

So there you have it, 7 random facts about moi. Now it’s my turn

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