If I want something bad enough, I will make it happen
I am stubborn
I’d skip dessert, but never cheese.
Every night I take Gertie’s bed and drag it into my room by my bed so we can sleep next to each other. I let her sleep in bed with me.
I can’t live without coffee.
I want to be a roller derby girl, but I bruise easily and I’m vain.
I will sometimes go see a movie just because I’m craving popcorn.
And I never skip the butter.
I have no poker face. Therefore, I’m an awful liar.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, even when I’m not aware of it.
Lately, memoirs before fiction vampire books!
In high school, I could have been Mandy Moore’s character in Saved!
I like Mandy Moore a lot.
In Jr. High, I ran track, but I came in dead last in every 400 race I ran. One time I got third place, but it was still last and I was so proud of myself.
My first road race was the Trolley Run in Kansas City in 1995.
In college I made all my friends read Bridget Jones’ Diary before the book was a hit and way before the movie.
I hosted Morning Edition for an NPR station in Indiana.
I loved working in radio.
I want Terry Gross’ job and her radio voice.
Sometimes I wish I went to a college big enough that I wouldn’t have to explain to people where it is and how small it is.
I latch onto a song and will overplay it to insane levels.
I am overprotective of Gertie.
I like a firm mattress.
And sheets with high thread count.
I am light sensitive and sleep with a mask.
I have a crown on my front right tooth.
I worry about it popping off at inopportune times.
When is a good time for your tooth to come off?
I like spontaneous road trips.
Especially if there is a lake and a boat involved. If not, shopping and fine dining will do.
But I will not swim in water where snakes have been sighted.
Or alligators. (Florida)
One of my favorite places is the Outer Banks of North Carolina.
I can’t dance.
I’ve tried.
I still try.
When I was a newspaper reporter, I once wrote a lawn & garden story about yard ornaments.
And I went door to door to interview people about their gnomes and flamingos.
Where is my Pulitzer?
I don’t like having my toes painted bright colors.
I’d eat seafood everyday if I could.
But if I eat shrimp and run or work out, I break out into hives and end up in the E.R.
If I’m honest, I shouldn’t eat shell fish ever. But I do.
I hate my chin.
But I love my nose.
The best compliment I’ve ever received is that I’m quirky.
I don’t think cilantro tastes like soap.
I’ve never waited tables or bar tended.
Because I know I’d be awful at both.
But my first job was at Baskin Robbins and I made a great ice cream server.
I am a Klutz (capitalization intentional)
I don’t bake
I don’t recycle as much as I should.
I make wish lists for things I want to buy but can’t afford. These lists live in my dayplanner.
I sleep walk.
My parents used to put a gate up to prevent this.
My friend Dawn improvised with an ironing board once.
When referring to my friends, I often claim ownership “my friend Dawn,” “my friend Jenny” and so on… I don’t know why I do this, but I do.
In seventh grade, I laughed so hard I peed my pants in the middle of cooking class. Unfortunately, I had a (non-related) detention that afternoon, which made for a very long day.
I saved every note written in seventh grade; they are still folded up into little triangles.
I love to be the passenger.
Spontaneous trips are heavenly.
As long as I have ample time to fret about what to pack.
I heart my job.
I refer to my parents by their first names when talking about them.
Hi Terry.
When I see a cute dog, I have a tendency to gush and sometimes shriek a little. In general, I refer to dogs as “boogies.”
I sometimes need to use my inside voice.
But I prefer my outside voice.
I was never popuuuuular.
But I love the song.
I do not. Repeat. Do not. Do scary movies.
If a move becomes at all terrifying, a pillow is required to hide behind.
I love happy hour.
Who doesn’t?
When picking out a book, I read the back cover or inside flap and then at least the first page. I know pretty much right away if a book is going to carry my attention.
When I concentrate, I chew the side of my tongue. It looks really stupid.
I wear skirts more than pants.
Every winter I pray that tall boots and skirts won’t be out of style.
Eventually this will happen and I will be that lady stuck in the fashion dead zone.
Speaking of winter, I hate to drive in the snow and/or ice.
Considering my summer driving record, it is probably best that I avoid winter driving all together.
I let Gertie kiss me on the mouth.
Aside from the ceramic flat iron, I think on demand and DVR technology are two of the greatest inventions of my adult years.
I text my hairstylist.
I’m not opposed to online dating.
When I worked in commercial radio I had my own news jingle.
I love striking up conversations with complete strangers.
I’m really looking forward to completing this list.
Maybe there aren’t really 100 things about me to share?
Nah, that can’t be true. I never shut up.
I’ll think of 100 more after this list is published.
Some unfortunate soul will have to hear me talk about myself later.
I have my ears pierced and my belly, but I really want to pierce my nose. I did it! I pierced my nose!
When I was a baby, they wrapped me in foil to keep me warm. I looked like a baked potato.
No wonder I have to work next to a space heater all day. They set me up to be cold my entire life.
My passport expires this year. I should do something about that. (yeah, I never did anything about that.)
I once lost my passport in the Frankfort, Germany airport.
I actually have the worst travel luck ever.
My initials spell SAM. I tried to get friends to use this as a nickname, but it never stuck. Just goes to show you, you can’t force your own nickname.
100 Things About Me