8 Random Things About ME!

I was tagged by Suzie to tell 8 random things about me, so I decided to combine that with last week's Wishcasting prompt of "Which parts of your self do you wish to accept?"


1. I have always found people with disabilities to be intriguing. I'm pretty sure I inherited this from my dad, who considered it a sign of weakness and hid it deep inside himself... something to be ashamed of. I hid it too... while I watched other people embrace this in themselves. So, today, I'm announcing to all the world, that I find people with disabilities to be intriguing. I love watching how people adapt to find ways to do things that others say they can't. Glenda, for example, has figured out how to type using only her left thumb! How cool is THAT?!


2. I am a "fixer." I love to analyze people. If you spend ANY amount of time with me at all, you will find me quietly cracking open your brain, and analyzing the contents. (Like Sylar from Heroes, only not evil.) I use this information anytime when you seem to need help... I'm very empathetic, sensing your emotions pretty easily... and I use the knowledge I acquire to "fix" your problems. I am NOT the friend to have around if you want to wallow in your crap, as I will quickly kick you in the butt. I consider not being able to fix your problems to be a personal failure on my part. Which is probably one reason that...


3. I take happy pills. I will probably always take happy pills. Every once in a while, I get this idea that if I just do _________, maybe I could stop taking them. If I get the house clean, or stop doing so many things, or get my finances caught up, or avoid stressful people... I will earn not having to have happy pills. Really though... I just need to take them. Right now, my body chemicals are not balanced without medication... and it's not fair to myself to not take the medication. I need to accept that.

4. I love to crochet, but sometimes I wonder if I avoid "riskier" art projects, simply because crochet is "safe". I can always finish what I start, and any mistakes I make are easily undone and redone. It is very very hard to destroy yarn in the process. Nothing I do is permanent.

Other art requires a risk... if I collage an ornament, the glue, pages, and collaged surface will never be the same. The glue and paper will never be usable again. I have a major fear of "ruining" stuff, and no idea how to conquer that fear.

5. Inside of me reside a susie-homemaker and an angry feminist. I like both of them... the susie-homemaker helps me to make others feel comfortable in my home, make craft items to help my home reflect my personality, and makes some seriously awesome deserts!!!! (Good soups too.) The angry feminist helps me set boundaries for myself as an adult woman... helps me to protect myself from dangerous situations... and teaches the younger females in my life how to protect themselves from dangerous situations too. I love that about her... she doesn't teach them to hate men, but teaches them how to keep their power. Combine the two? You have June Cleaver... holding a bloodied meat cleaver with sadistic glee! Bwahahaha

6. I love to sing. I sing in the shower. I sing out of the shower. I sing in the car. I sing on the job. (yeah, seriously. I try not to... but always end up singing anyway. Most of the men at my job sing randomly too though, so it's all good.) I sing in the middle of Walmart. (The last time I did that, I got a lecture from a total stranger, asking me if I was using the gift God gave me. It was a bit scawy, but did make me think.) I sing as I clean. I burst into song at the mention of random phrases. "He had it comin'" makes me sing the Cell Block Tango. The sound of thunder makes me sing "The Thunder Rolls." Sometimes, i even dance as I sing... which brings me to #7

7. I adore dancing. It all started when I got a ballet workout DVD from the library... and LOVED IT. (Who would have thought???!!!) Then I got a Latin Dancing workout DVD... and love it too!!! Since then, I've grown more in touch with my body... I feel more in control of my motions, and less clumsy. I worry a lot less about looking silly. I've even burst into random dances in the middle of Walmart a couple of times. (Much to the amusement and slight fear of my shopping buddies.) But really, they play music over the speakers... Why NOT dance???

Now I just need the courage and opportunity to try and dance with others....

And, in the spirit of full disclosure and utmost honesty... I must confess to you...

8. I am DEEPLY and wholeheartedly amused by farts. Not just letting them... (although, my inner child IS deeply amused by "making her butt talk." ) but everything about them. Talking about them brings me great amusement. Stories about the great farts of years gone by make me laugh loudly and deeply. Acronims for them make me giggle softly to myself (SBD... *giggle*...) Letting them silently and then leaving the room for others to be blamed fills me with joy to the depths of my soul.

I critique the farts of my friends and loved ones. (You call THAT a fart???? Dainty old women fart louder than that!!! You can do SO much better.) My little "nephew" (Jakey) runs to me every time he breaks wind (hehe, breaks wind.) and loudly exclaims "Hey Janet! Guess what?? I FARTED!!!!!" and waits for my enthusiastic praise. A few weeks ago, I heard his fart from the other side of the room... and applauded.